Chapter 890 Six-Armed Dharmakaya

"Where this boneless relic came from, you don't need to worry about it, monk. The boneless relic was left behind by a great monk in the Nirvana Realm of the Buddhist Sect who failed to survive the Ascension Tribulation. It contains the Dao-like artistic conception of the heavenly tribulation. As for the other effects, there is no need for me to explain them, right?" Fu Feiran said with a mysterious smile.

"As a Buddhist, I naturally know that this boneless relic can not only allow me to comprehend the Ascension Tribulation in advance, but also improve my cultivation by at least 500 years after taking it. It is indeed the supreme treasure of my Buddhist Sect."

"The old monk is quite honest."

The face of the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Lord also showed a surprised expression, and even the green spiritual light flashing in the black hat of the black-robed man was a bit surprised.

"Old Fu, I didn't expect you could get such a treasure. It seems that you must have visited many ancient ruins in the past few hundred years?"

"Donor Fu, this boneless relic is extremely precious. I don't have anything to offer as a bet." Monk Wuxiang said with a bitter face.

Fu Feiran couldn't help but sneered when he heard it: "Just now I praised you for being honest, but now you are playing tricks again. If I remember correctly, you have a big piece of Tianlianjin in your hand, right?"

"Tianlianjin? Wuxiang, you actually have such a rare thing in your hand?"

"Tianlianjin is a very rare thing even in the upper realm. How can it still exist in our world?"

The Lord of Ten Thousand Poisons and the man in black robes also said in surprise.

Monk Wuxiang's face became more bitter when he heard it. He smiled bitterly and said: "Donor Fu is really well-informed." After saying that, a golden light flashed on his hand, and a golden fist-sized metal appeared in his palm. This piece of metal looked like gold, but the light shining on its surface was not golden, but the spiritual light condensed by golden runes.

Before Fu Feiran could speak, Wuxiang monk continued: "The boneless relic is useless to Mr. Fu, but it is extremely precious to me. I am willing to use this piece of heavenly gold to exchange for the boneless relic in your hand, okay?"

"How can this be done? Aren't we gambling?" Fu Feiran said, shaking his head like a rattle.

"Since Mr. Fu is a gambler, I can use something else to gamble?" Wuxiang monk said.

"What is it?" Fu Feiran also showed an interested expression.

"If my Xiji Ancient Buddha Tianzong wins this time, the Daqian Dynasty will merge Suizhou into the Buddhist Kingdom, and if the Great Emperor Haoran Tianzong wins, the Buddhist Kingdom will merge Yongzhou into the Daqian Dynasty, how do you think?"

"Bet on a state?" Fu Feiran laughed when he heard this.

"Monk, are you so confident?"

At this time, the voice of the man in black robe came to Fu Feiran's ears: "Brother Fu, if the boneless relic is given to Wuxiang, aren't you worried that he will use it to break through the initial bottleneck and enter the middle stage of the transformation of the spirit? In this way, you and I may not be able to compete. Even if we can win a state this time, it will be taken away sooner or later."

"Brother Zhuo, don't worry. Even if monk Wuxiang has this boneless relic, he can't advance to the middle stage of the transformation of the spirit. That piece of heavenly alchemy is of great use to me. It is something that I must get. But Brother Zhuo should pay more attention to the old demon of ten thousand poisons recently. The residual soul of that demon has been born. I am worried that the old demon will collude with the demon."

"There are not only four of us in the transformation of the spirit in the ancient continent. Does the old demon really want to cause public outrage and stand with the demon?"

"It's hard to say. Back then, the clone of the Holy Concubine went down. The world has been destroyed, causing a great killing disaster in the world of immortal cultivation. Since the residual soul of the demon has been born, the Dragon Spirit Illusion is likely to appear in the world again. "

"What? Once the Dragon Spirit Illusion appears, the Saint Concubine's clone will also be born again. Wouldn't it be turbulent and killing disasters everywhere?"

"This is exactly what I am worried about. You and I have lived for more than a thousand years. We originally wanted to seek a breakthrough method peacefully, hoping to ascend to the upper world one day. Alas, now it seems that there is little hope. If the Saint Concubine's clone appears again, it is unknown whether we can survive this disaster. "

After a pause, Fu Feiran continued to say to the black-robed man: "Now we can only try every possible way to improve our own strength as soon as possible. This is the only way to deal with the disaster. "

The black-robed man heard this, but did not respond, obviously agreeing with Fu Feiran's words.

"I am not confident. Suizhou was originally controlled by my Buddhist country. Didn't Mr. Fu win the bet from me five hundred years ago? Now I just want to take back my Buddhist country."

"Haha." Fu Feiran heard this and laughed: "Old monk, don't lose both the wife and the army. I didn't win Suizhou back, and finally lost Yongzhou, but I agree to your proposal."

Monk Wuxiang and Fu Feiran agreed on the bet, so they didn't say much and looked down together.

Xiao Lin was looking at Monk Fayuan at this moment, his face full of solemnity.

Although this monk Fayuan was only in the late stage of Prajna Realm, the same as himself, he didn't dare to have any heart for the situation. The Great Brahma Buddha Sound, the supreme secret method of Buddhism, was not powerful enough to belong to the small spiritual arts of the immortal way.

The power was even higher than that of ordinary small spiritual arts.

Xiao Lin waved his sleeves and took the lead. The densely packed Qingluan Ice Swords were like cold stars in the sky, surging with endless cold air, slashing towards Monk Fayuan.

Monk Fayuan's body flashed with golden light, and in his palm, he gently pinched a golden lotus. The golden lotus slowly bloomed in the eyes of everyone. When it was fully bloomed, it suddenly emitted a sky-wide golden light, shooting in all directions, and it turned out to be countless lotus leaves.

The golden lotus leaves actually met Xiao Lin's Qingluan Ice Sword without any error.

At the same time, a golden flying knife appeared at the center of the golden lotus. The flying knife slowly floated up, and after a slight shake, it turned into nine pieces, condensing nine golden lights and shooting towards Xiao Lin.

The flying knife was extremely fast, and it was almost a few feet in front of Xiao Lin in the blink of an eye.

But Xiao Lin was obviously prepared. Black light appeared around him, and the nine golden flying knives dispersed the black light. There was no trace of Xiao Lin in it.

Seeing this, Monk Fayuan's face condensed, and golden light flashed on his body, turning into a golden Buddha, wrapping him in it.

"Boom boom boom ~~"

Xiao Lin's figure appeared dozens of feet above his head. With a clench of his hands, thousands of green silks swept out and shot towards Monk Fayuan from all directions.

Then a series of explosions came, and the golden Buddha figure also dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fa Yuan's eyes flashed with surprise, but he was not panicked. He raised one hand in front of his chest, and the sound of obscure scriptures came out of his mouth. From his mouth, golden runes appeared, spread out, and soon merged into the golden Buddha.

The golden Buddha shadow instantly became much more solid, and it also stopped disintegrating. Not only that, the golden runes spread out in all directions and directly collided with Xiao Lin's Taixu Ziwu Divine Light.

The golden and green rays of light flew in all directions, and the explosions like a string of cannons were endless. Xiao Lin had retreated a hundred feet away at this moment, and pointed to the 108 Qingluan Ice Swords beside him with one hand.

The 108 Qingluan Ice Swords suddenly flashed with spiritual light, and when the spiritual light dissipated, they had already turned into a black long sword, hanging in the air.

"A fusion magic weapon?"

"What kind of terrifying power will be unleashed by a magic weapon that fuses one hundred and eight flying swords?"

"I didn't expect that we still underestimated Junior Brother Xiao. His combat power is much stronger than what he showed."

Monk Fayuan was slightly stunned, and his brows slightly frowned

"Cut~"

Xiao Lin's cold voice sounded, and the ink-colored Qingluan Sword directly turned into a hundred-foot-long ink light, and slashed towards the golden Buddha in mid-air.

The golden Buddha suddenly raised his head, and a pair of golden arms slowly supported themselves, and crossed above him, and at this time the sword light had already slashed.

"Boom~"

With a loud noise, the golden arms were slashed in an instant, making a series of explosions, and although the ink-colored sword light was much smaller, it still slashed downwards.

It directly slashed on the forehead of the golden Buddha.

"Amitabha." A high-pitched Buddhist chant came, and Monk Fayuan stood up suddenly, pinching his hands to move the magic formula, and golden light emerged from his body. Behind him and on both sides, a pair of arms condensed from golden light stretched out, and a total of six arms were raised up at the same time.

"Bang~"

With a loud tremor, the entire arena shook constantly, and the black sword light slashed on the six palms of Monk Fayuan, and suddenly exploded, forming circles of black sword energy, which spread out and directly slashed on the light shield of the arena.

The light shield trembled violently, as if it would break at any time.

After resisting Xiao Lin's attack that merged with the Qingluan Ice Sword, Monk Fayuan's face turned pale, but he did not stop. The six golden arms pinched the magic formula at the same time, and the high-pitched Sanskrit sound began to sound.

Endless runes emanated from Monk Fayuan's body. These runes were condensed from the Great Brahma Buddha sound, and rushed towards Xiao Lin from all directions.

As soon as the sound of the Great Brahma Buddha entered his ears, Xiao Lin suddenly felt a sense of relief, but this feeling did not last for a moment. Suddenly, a sea of ​​blood and corpses appeared in front of him. Countless immortal cultivators were fighting, blood was sprayed, heads fell, and countless people even exploded and died, leaving no bones.

Black smoke began to flow out from Xiao Lin's body, gradually enveloping him. The smoke was as black as ink.

"Since the donor embarked on the immortal path, he has committed many sins of killing. There is no hope for the great road in this life. It is better to end it by yourself and start over in the next life?" A gentle voice sounded in Xiao Lin's sea of ​​consciousness.

Xiao Lin looked at the sea of ​​blood and corpses in front of him, and the faces of the people who died in his hands in the past also appeared in his mind one by one.

This made Xiao Lin feel discouraged.

"What is the purpose of cultivating immortals? Is it just to create sins of killing? These people died because of it, and many people even died in body and soul..."

Then a trace of struggle appeared on Xiao Lin's face.

"No, since I embarked on the immortal path, I have never killed innocent people. These people had evil intentions first and died in my hands. They deserved it. Does becoming an immortal mean not committing murder? No, immortals follow the way of heaven, so-called killing to stop evil. If I die in your hands, then wouldn't the Buddha's saying that you can't kill be a lie?"

A stream of clear water suddenly flowed in Xiao Lin's sea of ​​consciousness. The scripture of the Bu Tian Sutra became a trickle, wandering in Xiao Lin's sea of ​​consciousness, making the illusion in front of him suddenly disappear.

After returning to me, Xiao Lin couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. He was actually confused by the Great Brahma Buddha's sound and almost couldn't extricate himself. This is equivalent to the inner demon when crossing the tribulation.

However, compared with the inner demon, it is still much worse. When Xiao Lin opened his eyes, nine golden flying knives had already come in front of him.

Xiao Lin waved his sleeves, and nine purple thunder star shields overlapped together, blocking in front of him.

"Ding Ding Ding~"

All nine golden flying knives were blown away, and Xiao Lin looked at Monk Fayuan with a bit of coldness. The killings committed by the Ancient Buddha Tianzong of the West were no less than those of the immortals, but they always claimed to save the world and save people. In fact, they were just collecting the power of faith and improving their own cultivation.

With this thought, Xiao Lin stretched out one hand, and the fused Qingluan Ice Sword shot directly into his palm. Xiao Lin's body shook slightly and disappeared without a trace.

Monk Fayuan's eyelids jumped when he saw this, and he was very surprised. This person, under the confusion of his Great Brahma Buddha Sound, actually returned to sobriety in such a short time, which was really beyond his expectation.

This person's mind was as firm as a rock.

Seeing Xiao Lin's figure disappear, Monk Fayuan once again condensed the six-arm Dharma body, trying to block Xiao Lin's attack.

A few feet above the sky, the ink-colored long sword flashed and turned directly into a shocking sword light, falling on Monk Fayuan's head.

Monk Fayuan was calm. This fused immortal magic weapon was extremely powerful, but it was a pipe dream to break his six-armed Dharma body. He recited the magic formula, and the six golden arms slowly stretched up, and actually stretched out a faint golden light shield, which was across his head.

Just after doing all this, the black sword light slashed down.

As soon as Monk Fayuan touched the black sword light, he felt a sharp pain in his sea of ​​consciousness, and his consciousness immediately became blurred.

This shock was not trivial. He had practiced for hundreds of years and naturally knew that this was a spiritual attack that only Buddhist practitioners at the peak of Prajna could control. The Ananda Ye Luo Palm in the sect was a double attack method that combined Buddha power and spiritual thoughts.

Although Monk Fayuan was shocked, he did not panic. He hurriedly drove his own spiritual thoughts to resist.

Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and dense cracks appeared in his five internal organs instantly, and even his meridians were pierced by this huge force.

"Puff~~"

The monk Fayuan spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew into the air, hitting the light shield of the fighting field fiercely. The recoil of the light shield immediately made him see stars, and his consciousness became more and more confused.

"Physical cultivation?"

"Physical cultivation?"

"Junior Brother Xiao is actually practicing both physical cultivation and Dharma cultivation?"

The people below saw the scene clearly. When the monk Fayuan struggled to resist the attack of the ink-colored long sword, Xiao Lin suddenly appeared beside the monk Fayuan, less than three feet away.

His whole body flashed with a golden halo, and the exposed skin also showed fine golden scales. He punched towards the chest of the monk Fayuan.

The golden light protecting the monk Fayuan's chest became more and more brilliant, but it could not resist Xiao Lin's fist, and was directly shattered by it, and punched Fayuan in the chest.