Chapter 420: Crossing the Saint

Wu Ziwan was dumbfounded after listening to Gongyang Sage's words.

Saint Gongyang's voice was still gentle, but to Wu Ziwan, his whole body felt as if he had fallen into ice, and the gloomy and biting cold air surged in, seeming to freeze his soul.

"I have served the Master for thousands of years. Doesn't the Master still know what kind of person this disciple is?" Wu Ziyan looked at Saint Gongyang with eyes full of disbelief.

"People are fickle. Saint Meng is also good to Chen Lu, but what about Chen Lu?" Saint Gongyang said calmly.

Wu Ziwan was silent.

"The saint asked me to hand over the golden elixir of all tribulations. I shouldn't have refused, but I really don't have the golden elixir of all tribulations in my hand. Even if the saint kills me, he still doesn't have the golden elixir of all tribulations." Wu Ziyan's voice was full of pain. .

He was really unjust and was framed inexplicably.

"Aren't you willing to say it?" Saint Gongyang raised the edgeless sword in his hand, a little momentum rising in his eyes.

Wu Ziwan felt that he was going crazy, or that the whole world was going crazy.

The next moment, a pair of flesh wings shot out from behind, turning into sound waves and going away.

"Can you walk away?" Saint Gongyang picked up the edgeless sword in his hand and placed it across his chest. He saw that the handle of the edgeless sword and the center of the sword body were connected to a delicate hollow with three small steel balls in the hollow.

The Gongyang Saint patted the hollow place, and the next moment he heard a powerful sound wave burst out, forcing Wu Ziwan's sound wave figure out.

Then the mantra of destiny flowed on the edgeless sword in his hand, and the edgeless sword was released at the next moment.

A pair of red and black short sticks appeared in Wu Ziwan's hands, which were about to compete with the edgeless sword of the Gongyang Saint.

However, if one does not consider the innate spiritual treasure, the Golden Immortal has an overwhelming advantage over those under the Golden Immortal.

Although Saint Gongyang is a sub-sage, that is, a 'false golden immortal', and has never truly set foot in the golden immortal realm and condensed the immortal golden immortal origin, he still has some of the golden immortal's authority and obtained some of the golden immortal's powers. strength.

Although Wu Ziwan was good, he had only just peeked into the Tribulation Realm. He was still far away from the top Tribulation Realm like Zilu.

"boom!"

Wu Ziwan's short stick was directly smashed away. The sword in the hands of the Gongyang Saint seemed to be like Mount Tai pressing down on the top. In an instant, Wu Ziwan's arms were pressed back and the opponent's head was pressed into his chest.

Wu Ziwan fell to the ground, but still didn't die.

With blood spurting out of his mouth, Wu Ziwan looked at Meng Shengren with his eyes, showing his bloody teeth: "Master... I don't blame you... You are about to run out of life now, and you must be in great fear, but the disciple is serious It has been set up, and the Golden Pill of Ten Thousand Tribulations is really not in my hands. The Golden Pill of Ten Thousand Tribulations is in Bailiu City! If you want to find the Golden Pill of Ten Thousand Tribulations, you must not let go of everyone in Bailiu City."

As soon as the words fell, he died of anger.

Looking at Wu Ziwan who had lost his breath, and then listening to his tragic words before his death, Saint Gongyang suddenly seemed to have had an awakening, and regained his sanity from the temptation of the Golden Elixir:

"It seems that the wrong person was killed."

He looked at Wu Ziquan's body, lowered his head and groped around Wu Ziquan's body, and then the Gongyang Saint looked at Wu Ziquan's dead eyes, and his heart gradually fell to the bottom.

If nothing else, he seemed to have killed the wrong person.

Standing in front of the cold pool, Saint Gongyang took a breath: "Who actually wants to plot against my Gongyang lineage?"

A dead person cannot be resurrected, even if he really killed the other person by mistake, so what?

All he wants now is to extend his life.

In order to survive, no matter what the cost, never let go of the slightest chance.

Saint Gongyang glanced at Wu Ziwan's body, with countless thoughts flashing in his mind, and finally withdrew his gaze and fell on Wu Ziwan's body again.

He wanted to collect Wu Ziwan's body.

But before he could make a move, a faint sound of chanting sutras suddenly sounded between the heaven and the earth. The chanting sounds were as loud as if they were muttered to themselves at the beginning, as if they were inaudible. A moment later, it was like a loud bell and a big drum, shaking the sky.

A little bit of golden Buddha light appeared in the void. There seemed to be a little bit of golden scriptures in the Buddha light. In an instant, a large piece of scriptures was derived, forming a barrier. The Gongyang Saint was surrounded from all directions, forming a barrier. A wall of copper and iron.

"I heard people say that the Great Leiyin Temple in the West once received the inheritance of the mysterious world from countless calamities ago and mastered incredible power. Later, a Buddha came from the west and introduced the supreme dharma to our land in the Central Plains. In the past, there were eighteen people in Dalin Temple. The monk fought against the ancestor of Zhenwu Mountain and actually defeated him, which shocked the world. The one who defeated the ancestor of Zhenwu Mountain that day was the Eighteen Arhat Formation, right?" Saint Gongyang looked at the copper and iron walls derived from the scriptures in the void, There is no rush to take action.

"The previous generation of Eighteen Arhats has fallen, and we are the new Eighteen Arhats who became enlightened three thousand years ago. In the battle at Zhenwu Mountain that day, although the Eighteen Arhats defeated the ancestors of Zhenwu Mountain, they retreated to suppress their injuries after returning to Dalin Temple. Finally, another three hundred They passed away one after another." The Arhat who subdued the dragon came from a distance, his voice full of sighs.

"It was also that battle that gave Dalin Temple the opportunity to take root in China." Sage Gongyang said.

The eighteen Arhats did not say a word, but at this time they occupied all directions and surrounded the Gongyang Saint.

"We have no intention of becoming enemies of Gongyang's lineage, and we also ask the saint to hand over the golden elixir of all calamities. All weapons will stop here." Fuhu Arhat said with a smile.

Hearing the words of Crouching Tiger Arhat, the Gongyang Saint shrank and his heart sank.

He suddenly understood Wu Ziwan's mood.

"What if I say that the Golden Elixir of Ten Thousand Tribulations is not in my hands at all? Is this all a conspiracy?" Saint Gongyang said.

The Eighteen Arhats looked at Wu Ziwan's body on the ground and asked, "Do you believe it?"

The ram saint was speechless.

Of course he would not believe it, because if he had believed it, Wu Ziwan would not have died at all.

So the Gongyang Saint smiled bitterly: "Although you can't believe it, it's all true. I have nothing to say!"

"Our Dalin Temple is short of a lecturer. I think the saint is destined to be a Buddha, so why not join my Buddhist practice?" said the arhat holding a bowl.

"You want to transform me?" Saint Gongyang suddenly changed his expression.

Without answering Gongyang Saint's words, the eighteen Arhats had already taken action at this time, and saw countless scripture barriers in the void sweeping towards Gongyang Saint.

"You bastards! You actually dare to forcibly convert the saint. You are simply audacious and violated a taboo." Saint Gongyang suddenly changed his expression.

The next moment, the edgeless sword in his hand was suddenly thrust into the ground, and countless words "公" flowed out from the edgeless sword, forming a three-foot space, blocking the scriptures from outside.

"The world is about to be in chaos, who cares about such taboos?" The alms-raising Arhat smiled coldly: "You covet our golden elixir of all calamities is the cause, and being transformed into Dalin Temple by us is the result. There is no cycle of cause and effect than this. More What's more, why should a saint resist the Dharma? You don't know the vastness of the Dharma, so you have such foolish resistance. When you enter our Dalin Temple, you will definitely be immersed in the boundless vastness of the Dharma. You may even use the Dharma to peer into the great road and gain knowledge. There is no guarantee that he will achieve enlightenment."

After hearing what the alms-raising Arhat said, the Gongyang Sage was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother.

Don't think that he doesn't know what it means to transform people. You should know that each family also has methods to transform people.

After being transformed, is I still myself?

No one can answer this question clearly.

"male!"

The Gongyang Saint roared, his voice full of anger, and in an instant all the words "公" in the world disappeared, blessing the Gongyang Saint's body.

"Sage Gongyang, your natal words are a bit too useless. If you can understand the two natal words and form 'fairness' and 'justice', your combat power will immediately increase more than ten times, and even 'gong' will be If you change it to 'attack', your strength will also increase steadily. But you have just understood the word 'gong', which is a bit useless." Arhat Subduing the Dragon commented unhurriedly.

Saint Gongyang's face turned purple with anger. This was the first time for him, a quasi-saint, to be looked down upon like this.

Do you despise the natal character that you have proven to be useless?

You haven't even touched half of your natal character, so what qualifications do you have to laugh at me?

"We have a great formation of Eighteen Arhats. The great formation of Eighteen Arhats can draw on the power of past Buddhas and future Buddhas. Both past Buddhas and future Buddhas have transcended the other shore and have reached a state that you ordinary people can hardly imagine. As long as we borrow a little bit of power, we can suppress it. You ordinary people are just a snap of your fingers. Although you are called saints, in the eyes of me, the Buddha, you are just an ant struggling in the sea of ​​suffering."

The eighteen Arhats fell down one after another, holding seals in their hands. Golden light condensed behind them, forming a golden body.

Then the golden body of the Eighteen Arhats shot out countless runes, which seemed to outline time and space, implicating the past and the future.

Between the past and the future, an inexplicable great will came. In an instant, the golden bodies behind the Eighteen Arhats merged together and turned into the phantom of the Buddha in a lake.

The Buddha opened his arms and clasped his hands towards the Ram Saint on the ground. Before the Ram Saint could react, he was already clasped in his hands.

The arhat holding the alms bowl threw the alms bowl, and the Buddha sealed the Gongyang Saint inside the alms bowl.

"Let's go!"

The eighteen Arhats all looked at the ram saint in the alms bowl with smiles on their faces.

"After all, not everyone in the Middle-earth China is as powerful as that old bastard in Zhenwu Mountain. Even the will of Buddha can be broken."

"After suppressing Saint Gongyang, what should I do with the Golden Elixir of All Tribulations? The Golden Elixir of All Tribulations has not been recovered yet?"

"You're stupid, aren't you? The golden elixir of all calamities must be in the body of Saint Gongyang. Didn't you see that Wu Ziwan was directly killed?"

The Eighteen Arhats discussed in a low voice, using their magical powers, their bodies formed a lake between heaven and earth, and only the sound slowly came from between heaven and earth:

"By the way, if we transform into Saint Gongyang, can we use Gongyang's lineage for our own use?"

"I have the same idea. But no matter what, I have to go back and wait for the abbot's arrangements."

Not long after a group of people left, they saw the soil on the ground breaking open, and the White Bone Taoist emerging from the bluestone.

No one expected that it would be the White Bone Saint who was the first to catch up to this place.

Looking at Wu Ziwan's corpse on the ground, Taoist White Bones looked ugly: "I was caught first. However, this corpse has some uses. By mastering this corpse, I have directly mastered the power of the Tribulation Realm. What's more, with this Vice skin bag, mixed with the ram’s lineage.”

Then he saw that the white bones on Taoist White Bones' body fell apart in an instant, and the white bones floated in mid-air, and then all the bones of Taoist White Bones were submerged into Wu Ziwan's body according to their positions.

White Bone Taoist's head merged with Wu Ziwan's head.

White Bone Taoist's arm merged with Wu Ziwan's arm.

White Bone Taoist's thigh merged with Wu Ziwan's thigh.

….

As the white bones gradually integrated into Wu Ziwan's body, Wu Ziwan's collapsed body gradually filled up and returned to its original appearance in an instant.

Then his eyes suddenly opened. Taoist White Bones stood in front of the pond and looked at it with satisfaction: "Not bad! Not bad!"

"I picked up a skin for nothing. I really hope that when troubled times come, I will just pick up a saint's skin. Wouldn't I reach the sky in one step and directly gain the strength of a saint?" Taoist White Bones' eyes showed a hint of expectation.

This is also his magical power. As long as he picks up the corpse, he can obtain the opponent's full strength during his lifetime.

"Now it's time to go to the Gongyang lineage and successfully take over the rights of the Gongyang lineage. If I use the Gongyang lineage to cling to the Sage of Shangli...???" Taoist White Bones' eyes glowed, and then he stretched out his wings from behind, It turns into sound waves and disappears.

Not long after Taoist White Bones disappeared, snowflakes fell in the sky, and Bai Yujing and others chased after him.

"The traces are lost. The eighteen great monks and Saint Gongyang are all lost." Bai Yufu frowned, with a hint of gloom in his eyes.

"Go find the disciples of Gongyang's lineage and destroy Saint Gongyang's orthodoxy. I don't believe that Saint Gongyang can still sit still when his orthodoxy is destroyed." Zhu Wuneng's voice was cold.

With the passage of time, his strength has gradually returned to its peak state.

However, it is still some distance away from the peak.

You must know that Zhu Wuneng at his peak may have already reached the realm of immortality.

Zhu Wuneng is now transformed into the ancient canopy, and will never be weaker than a saint when he grows up.

The key is that if he wants to grow up now, he needs to consume a lot of materials.

All the supplies in the world have been tricked and deceived by Cui Yu. Where can there be supplies for Zhu Wu to eat?

Zhu Wuneng felt so angry that his liver ached when he thought of this.

He is truly down on his luck.

Finally found the way, but the supplies are gone!

He set his sights on the Gongyang Lineage. If the Gongyang Lineage was destroyed and the supplies of the Gongyang Lineage were seized, it would be a good thing for him.

Everyone was a little moved by Zhu Wuneng's words.

But if you want to plunder supplies, but destroy the Gongyang lineage, it seems a bit unreasonable.

After all, the Golden Elixir of Ten Thousand Calamities is in the bodies of Saint Gongyang and Wu Ziwan. It makes no sense for you to destroy Gongyang Academy.

Simply put, everyone is not a good person or a reasonable person.

However, it was a bit embarrassing to speak first.