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Chapter 385 Yang Jianzhiwei(2/2)

It cannot be caused by ordinary Taoist skills.

Yang Jian also looked at the old monk Fantuo coldly from a distance of hundreds of miles. After a long time, Yang Jian smiled slightly and nodded gently towards the old monk. He held the handle of the three-pointed two-edged sword.

, suddenly stabbed forward with a sharp knife.

The knife stabbed out without any sound or a blast of sword wind. However, the old monk Fantuo on the Zen platform in the distance suddenly chanted the name of the Buddha. The wound on the little finger of his right hand tore rapidly, and only a sound of broken gold and iron was heard.

There was a cracking sound, and his little finger suddenly broke at the root.

"Namo Amitabha!"

The old monk Fantuo stared blankly at his broken finger, and suddenly pointed at Yang Jian from a distance: "Donor, do you dare to enter my Buddhist kingdom?"

The mountain with a height of tens of thousands of miles and a radius of millions of miles suddenly flashed a large golden light. Countless flying Buddha girls slowly descended in the golden light, and many dragon girls with bright eyes and white teeth, Yaksha and Asura, were born among the flowers, plants and trees. They were in the flower forest.

There was singing, dancing and playing, which was a bit confusing out of thin air.

Without saying a word, Yang Jian picked up the long knife and took a step forward. He reached the foot of the mountain in one step.

Countless resentful spirits roared out of the mountains of swords and seas of fire, trying to grab Yang Jian's body and drag him into the boundless hell.

With a slight wave of the three-pointed two-edged sword, countless resentful spirits howled in unison, and broke into two pieces one after another. In the blink of an eye, it turned into green smoke and dispersed. Yang Jian lightly tapped his toe, and the mountain of swords suddenly broke, and the sea of ​​​​fire was extinguished.

The sea of ​​​​blood dried up instantly, and the scope of the huge Buddhist kingdom of old monk Brahma was immediately reduced by 30%.

Slowly climbing up the mountain step by step, Yang Jian's clear and clear voice resounded throughout the entire Paranimi.

"Buddhism has its own great method of merit and virtue, and it is orthodox to the saints. But there is a group of Buddhist scum who do not learn the good Zen skills, but specialize in these illusions that deceive people's eyes. With such illusions, even if you have the cultivation of the ancient Buddha

, what’s the use?”

Countless enchanting beauties twisted their waists and came towards Yang Jian. Yang Jian flashed his sword and all the countless enchanting beauties were broken into pieces.

Countless Heavenly Dragons and Eight Tribes roared and came down on Yang Jian, but with a flash of sword light, all the gods and Buddhas were shattered into pieces.

Countless Vajra Mingwang swung Buddhist magical weapons and hit them on the head like raindrops, but the clear and refreshing sword light still flashed so lightly, and countless Vajra Mingwang also turned into pieces and fell one after another.

With every flash of sword light, there was a deep visible bone scar on Monk Fantuo's body. As Yang Jian climbed up the mountainside step by step, all five fingers of Monk Fantuo's left hand were broken, and the five fingers of his right hand, wrist, elbow, and shoulder were all broken.

Luo Yi fell off silently, and the colorful glazed gold blood flowed all over the ground.

The old monk Fantuo looked at Yang Jian dumbfounded. He was trembling and wanted to say something, but where could he say it?

Although the old monk Fantuo was hundreds of miles high, he was sitting on the top of the mountain. Although Yang Jian was only eight feet tall and stood on the mountainside, everyone felt that it was Yang Jian who was looking down at the old monk Fantuo.

Yang Jian walked towards the old monk Fantuo step by step, and his voice was so loud that even Paramita was faintly shaking.

"You can transform three thousand worlds, you can manifest eighteen hells, you can change three thousand worlds like wheels. Old monk, who do you think I am?"

"I refuse to obey the rules of heaven and the orders of earth. I am free and at ease in the three realms. With my true heart, I only seek the infinite path. In front of me, your mere illusions are nothing more than fireflies in winter, a stupid waste that doesn't know whether to live or die.

!”

The old monk Vanda was furious. He stood up suddenly, raised his right leg and was about to stomp Yang Jian's head hard.

But as soon as he lifted his feet, Yang Jian was already behind him, and a flash of sword light with a touch of stunning feeling swiped across the neck of the old monk Fantuo. The huge head of the old monk Fantuo flew high into the sky, along with

The eight relics in the body were chopped into pieces with one knife.

"Great Sage, I am one step ahead this time!"

Yang Jian stood on the Zen platform at the top of the mountain, lowered his head and smiled calmly at the stunned monkey squatting on the roof of Gu Xiechen's car shed.

The body of the old monk Fantuo disintegrated piece by piece, turning into countless golden rains of light that scattered in all directions. The purest and most original part of the energy was integrated into Yang Jian's body.

Yang Jian's whole body shone brightly, and a sudden burst of clear air flew into the sky. Three green lotuses floated in the clear air, and gradually the green lotus turned into a dazzling golden color. The three golden lotuses swayed up and down for a while, and gradually

A bright golden light was released that enveloped Yang Jian's body.

With one knife, the old monk Fantuo fell, and Yang Jian's cultivation steadily entered the middle-level realm of Daluo Golden Immortal.

Among the many people around Gu Xiechen, Yang Jian was the first one to reach the middle level of Daluo Golden Immortal.

"Hey, you are worthy of being the heroic Zhao Hui Qing Yuan Dao Miao Xian Ren Fu Ze Xing Ji Erlang Xian Sheng Zhenjun!"

Zhe Hua sighed faintly: "It's okay to be so handsome in life, and my cultivation level has improved so quickly. How can I be so embarrassed? Fortunately, this guy has no interest in beautiful women, otherwise there would be no chance for us to come out and hang out?"

After sighing for a few times, Zhehua put his hand into his underwear and slowly pulled out a cigar.

The monkey stood up slowly and gave Yang Jian a thumbs up.

"What a good Erlang, hey, next time, look at me, Grandpa Sun!"

The monkey picked up the mourning stick and tilted his head vigorously.

He jumped up in the air and smashed the disintegrating Buddhist mountain of the old monk Vanda into pieces with one stick. Then he made more than a dozen somersaults and flew forward for more than a million miles. He pointed at the snow-capped mountains with a long stick and shouted loudly:

: "From the Wuna Mountains, come up with one that's big enough to make your grandpa slap him with thirty thousand sticks!"

The arrogant man raised his head to the sky and laughed wildly three times, and the monkey shouted loudly: "Come on, come on, Grandpa Sun won't bully you juniors. I will let you take the first three moves when we start!"

After a strange laugh, the monkey hit the long stick downwards, smashing several hills to pieces. He said in a strange voice: "Quick, quick, don't hide behind and live in boredom. Your grandpa cherishes the younger ones the most, and he can't do anything when he can't.

Just hurry up."

In the void, the three monks who had been spying on Gu Xiechen and others appeared secretly again. When they saw that the challenger was a monkey, the smiling faces of the three monks suddenly changed, and they looked at each other.

He glanced at him, cursed in a low voice at the same time, and carefully slipped away without knowing where he was going.

Yang Jian returned to Gu Xiechen's car. He looked at the monkey shouting for war in front of him and suddenly laughed.

Gu Xiechen hurriedly asked him why he was laughing. Yang Jian smiled and explained: "Speaking of it, these Buddhist monks in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths are really the disciples of the Great Sage. However, he did not mention this matter himself, but people in the Three Realms also

No one dares to say it."

Gu Xiechen nodded thoughtfully, right? Let’s not say who this monkey’s master is, just his status in Buddhism. These old monks and nuns really have to call him a nice name.

.

But Yang Jian beheaded the old monk Fantuo with one blow. Such magical power and wonderful method really frightened the asexual old nun and his party.

With the cultivation level of a first-grade Daluo Jinxian, he could easily kill a high-grade Daluo Jinxian. What kind of mysterious skills did Yang Jian practice?

Looking at the confident monkey who slowly came forward to challenge, the asexual old nun hesitated for a long time, not knowing who to send out to challenge.

Zhenjun Wuji laughed mockingly at the side: "Masters, please stick to the eight-part Tianlong Demon-Slaying Secret Formation of Mandala and slowly consume their strength. This group of people is not easy to deal with."

It's okay that Lord Wuji didn't say anything. As soon as he spoke, even those old monks and nuns who had just escaped from the barrier became angry.

A group of old monks and nuns looked at each other and were about to nominate a certain eminent monk to deal with the monkey. That monkey over there had already done something that made countless monks in the Snowy Mountains furious!

This monkey unexpectedly took off his waist skirt in such a disgraceful manner, laughing and giggling as he faced the snow-capped mountains and spilled monkey urine.

As a first-level cultivation of Daluo Jinxian, the monkey made urine and sprayed out nearly ten thousand miles away, spreading all over hundreds of mountains in the Snow Mountain. At least tens of thousands of Buddhist monks stationed on the mountain were covered.

His urine is underwater.

"Wow", the Buddha is also angry, let alone the Buddhist cultivators in these snow-capped mountains?

Nearly ten thousand monks flew up like a swarm of wasps that were alarmed, and flew towards the monkey in a chaotic manner.
Chapter completed!
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