Chapter 61: Immortality

"Do you think I'm a monkey?"

Zhou Yi's magic power came out of his body, turning into a giant hand holding up the sky, and slapped the swastika with one palm.

Rumble...

The underground palace collapsed completely, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, revealing the moonlit night sky.

"How can human power be equal to the number of days!"

The evil Buddha's voice was loud and clear, and he instantly summoned the vitality of heaven and earth within a hundred miles radius, and the power of suppression suddenly increased several times.

"Obstacle! The sea of ​​suffering is boundless. Even if you turn around and find the shore, you still haven't taken refuge in me, the Buddha!"

"hehe!"

Zhou Yi sneered, and the magic power of Jiang Ruhai in his body was running to the extreme, and the Purple Ying Immortal Sword exploded with sword light that reached the sky.

"My sword has 12,000 years of Taoism. Can you handle it?"

The moment the vast and majestic sword light erupted, the dazzling light could be seen dozens of miles away in the capital. The top monks who were either sitting in Luojing or living in seclusion flew into the sky and looked to the west.

"It's here again!"

"It must be a true immortal!"

"What a horror!"

"This is great freedom!"

There were exclamations one after another. Facing the sword light that penetrated the sky and the earth, they seemed to have turned into ordinary people looking up at them from the ground.

The mighty sword energy instantly broke through the suppressive power, and the evil Buddha was completely submerged by the immeasurable sword light. Even if the statue he was entrusted with was made of divine stone, large areas were turned into ashes.

"Infinite Life!"

The evil Buddha proclaimed the name of the Buddha, and the divine power of the incense condensed into a golden body on the body surface to resist the attack of the sword light.

It was able to withstand it at first, but after a while, the mighty sword energy showed no signs of weakening, and the golden body of the incense was dim and full of cracks.

"Immortal White Lotus!"

The jade vase in the evil Buddha's hand poured spiritual water to irrigate the lotus platform under his seat. Layers of petals grew and bloomed, wrapping it inside.

The energy of heaven and earth gathered together and turned into a white lotus, rising against the sword energy.

The mighty sword energy cut off the lotus flowers, and more lotus flowers appeared in an instant.

Two from one life, three from two, in a short time the night sky was filled with white lotus, which could compete with the sword energy.

"What a magical power!"

Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows. Ever since the evil Buddha waved his hand to summon the vitality of heaven and earth, he knew that its origin was extraordinary.

The monks in the realm of refining the gods reluctantly borrowed the power of heaven and earth. Only the fox fairy and other immortals, Buddhas, gods and demons could exert such power as they wished.

This evil Buddha's aura is only of the first level, but it can summon the vitality of heaven and earth and use the white lotus magical power, and its strength even exceeds that of the fox fairy clone.

Call for the wind and rain!

Half of the mana in Zhou Yi's body dissipated, and the clear night sky suddenly became covered with dark clouds.

The strong wind of Samadhi suddenly rises, and the mysterious ice rain falls.

A radius of more than ten miles was covered with a thick layer of ice at a speed visible to the naked eye. No matter how the white lotus split and grew, it could not escape from withering in the wind and rain.

The evil Buddha is condensed in the ice, and the power of mystical powers isolates the world inside and outside, leaving only the power of his own incense to cast spells.

Zhou Yili was not only unaffected by the wind and rain, but also felt as if he was in the legal realm, and his strength was even higher.

The Purple Ying Sword is like a meteor, shattering the body-protecting white lotus, penetrating the evil Buddha's body, golden blood flowing out, constantly expelling the sword energy, trying to heal the wound.

"Amitabha! The benefactor's magical power has reached its peak. It is truly a blessing!"

The evil Buddha remained calm and composed in the face of Tiangang's magical power: "However, a true immortal Arhat only has a lifespan of a thousand years, and it is rare for him to live forever. As long as the donor converts to our religion, he can be ranked as the deputy leader and enjoy eternal life!"

"Immortality? I will kill you and then ask you how to live forever!"

Zhou Yi was unmoved, Tiangang Taoism suppressed the evil Buddha, and the Ziying sword shuttled back and forth to cut.

The evil Buddha had no choice but to use the magical power of incense to repair it, but unfortunately he could not make ends meet and was cut into several pieces in an instant.

The Purple Ying Sword reaches through the sky and the earth, carrying immeasurable sword light, slashing at the evil Buddha's head.

"Amitabha! Donor, you and I will eventually meet again..."

"All living beings are suffering, but I, the Buddha, have eternal life..."

Boom!

The head of the evil Buddha was broken into pieces, and the relics stored in it were destroyed into ashes.

I flipped through more than a hundred pages of the Demon Illustrated Book...

White Lotus Bodhisattva illustrated book lights up...

Obtain the earthly evil power: clone.

"No memory?"

Zhou Yi originally planned to use Evil Buddha to determine who in the capital had colluded with Bailian Dao, but the soul search in the Demon Illustrated Book failed.

"In other words, the evil Buddha is a collection of believers' thoughts and has no soul itself?"

Unable to figure out the reason, he put away his magical power to make wind and rain, and turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.

…

Luo Jing flew out streaks of escaping light and landed in the ice-covered basin.

The nameless barren mountain has disappeared, leaving behind a pit dozens of feet deep.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, this place was originally a secluded place for poor Taoists. If you were away for one day, you would suffer this disaster."

Master Xuanqing held a fly whisk in his hand and said with a compassionate gesture: "Fellow Taoists, please leave now. It is not convenient for me to welcome guests today!"

True immortal fighting skills are extremely rare. Last time, there was nothing left and you and I were fighting for it. This time, there are immortal magic ice crystals left on the ground. Isn't this a destiny sent from heaven?

"What a bastard, old beggar, I'm not as shameless as you!"

The speaker has his feet on auspicious clouds, his face is miserable, his clothes are in rags, and his shoes have exposed toes.

"It's so good, so good! God has blessed me with great achievements, and there are immortals who can suppress my luck!"

The Wuxiang Divine Monk glanced at the people of the Four Immortals Division, shouted the name of Buddha, and sat cross-legged on the ice to recite Buddhist scriptures.

Xuanyin Ice is just an ordinary spiritual object. It can be used by lower-level third-level monks to help the practice of Yinhan Kung Fu. However, the ice here is formed by Tiangang Taoism, and contains the Taoist charm of calling for wind and rain. Careful appreciation can enhance your understanding of Feng Shui.

"Buddhism and Taoism are so shameless!"

The old beggar cursed and threw himself down on the ice. His five fingers turned into claws and clawed at the ice, leaving not even a trace.

Xuan Qing sneered: "How can you, a beggar, destroy the magical power of an immortal?"

"The old man has his own way!"

The old beggar stretched out his tongue and licked the ice.

The other first-class masters were stunned. They had never seen such a shameless person. They were envious and couldn't let go of their pride.

The old beggar could be shameless alone, but they had a lot of disciples. If the news got out, wouldn't it be a laughing stock!

At this time, another figure landed on the ice.

A yellow-faced man with a golden mace hanging from his waist.

"Where did this little guy come from who doesn't know things? Or is he an old immortal who is good at hiding his aura?"

The masters stared at Zhou Yi's every move and didn't ask rashly.

Since the last immortal battle, many masters fought for the opportunity to comprehend the aura. Later, a rule was set to comprehend it in turn from top to bottom according to the first, second and third grades of cultivation.

Below the third grade, go play!

Among the first-class cultivators in Kyoto, not all of them know each other, but at least they have heard of each other's names.

Among them, there was no yellow-faced man with a golden mace, but no one chased him away.

The older you get, the higher your realm, the more insignificant you feel.

What if he is an old immortal? Wouldn't it be a vain enmity? Especially in Kyoto, there are immortals practicing in seclusion. Maybe the one drinking soy milk with him in the morning stall is a real immortal!

Zhou Yi ignored their onlookers, sat cross-legged on the ice for a moment, and then took out his golden mace and smashed the ice.

"This ice..."

Before the old beggar finished speaking, he saw the indestructible Xuanyin cold ice rumble and a large piece broke.

Zhou Yi picked up the ice and turned into a light to leave.

"Daoyou, please stay!"

The old beggar jumped dozens of feet in one step, and disappeared without a trace in the next step.

After a few breaths, the old beggar turned around and exclaimed: "What a fast escape method, the old man didn't even catch his shadow!"

The masters were suddenly shocked. The old beggar was a martial artist of the first rank, very good at running, and his own unique skill of stepping on thousands of mountains was among the best among many escape methods.

This yellow-faced man was indeed a certain old immortal who had come out of retreat. He should have just come to Kyoto!

"Huh? Where are those ice chips?"

The old beggar's face was gloomy, and he looked around coldly, as if looking at a group of thieves.

"Fellow Daoist Hong, you don't know that this ice is quite mysterious. After it breaks, it turns into water vapor and dissipates in an instant."

Xuan Qing looked sincere, and the masters affirmed it again and again.

"That's right! It's all melted!"

"The magical power of immortals is mysterious!"

"Mysterious, mysterious!"

The old beggar snorted coldly and continued to lie on the ice and lick it.

I am proud of myself. If you have the guts, you can lick it too?