Journey to the West: Confucian Supreme

Chapter 45: War Buddha

The great monk had no joy or sorrow, and did not react to the little white dragon’s surprise.

And the little white dragon’s expression was solemn, as he said, this is the view of great freedom.

The so-called concept of great freedom is originally a Buddhist method that can only be exercised by real Western arhats.

But now, it was actually used by a monk who was only in the realm of heavenly immortals, and there must be a reason for this.

The simplest is to give a secret treasure and give the monk a way to cast spells beyond the steps.

When Bai Ziyun started his hand from the monk, he stared at the rosary bead around the monk’s neck.

Finally, Bai Ziyun discovered the secret.

“With white bones as a magic weapon, I really don’t know who is an evil cultivator.” Bai Ziyun sneered and shook his head.

As Bai Ziyun said, the rosary beads on the neck of the great monk, one by one, were actually made of white bone.

It’s just a slight cover up by blindness, but after removing the cover-up, it’s chilling.

The great monk kept moving, and the golden light shadow behind him became more and more solidified, and in the end, it almost became the appearance of the golden Buddha in the temple, but it was more sacred.

The great monk frowned lightly~ his eyes, but his voice was like a twilight drum and a morning bell, and said: “My Buddha is compassionate, but I also have the magic of Pure World Du.” ”

As soon as the words fell, the golden body of the big Buddha behind him clasped his hands together, and then grabbed it with his big hands, and the figures of Bai Ziyun and several people were like ants under this big hand.

In this case, Bai Ziyun must also be taken seriously, which is also Bai Ziyun’s rare all-out shot.

“Heavenly Bai Yujing, twelfth floor and five cities.”

Bai Ziyun used his talent to read this poem.

This poem Bai Ziyun has also been used, and it was used when he killed the ancestor of the Yunxian Gate.

But at that time, Bai Ziyun had just obtained a cultivation and was eager to verify the means of Wendao, and this poem was only used slightly, and he killed the ancestor of the Yunxian Gate.

Today, Bai Ziyun is already an immortal cultivator, and his comprehension of the means of the literary path has long been different.

The power of this poem is also greater than before.

I saw that on the opposite side of the Baizhang Golden Body Buddha, suddenly there was a faint sound of immortals, and the music of the goddess was singing.

A black yin qi suddenly transformed into immortal palace cloud qi, and it was actually in this endless ghost city that opened up an immortal domain.

In the ghost town that has not seen sunlight all year round, a light breaks through, tearing the ghost qi that surrounds it all year round, causing a hole to open above this place.

If you look up, you can see the blue sky and white clouds.

I don’t know how many ghosts who have not seen the sky for many years have seen this scene, directly kneeling on the ground, bowing to the sky, in this endless ghost city, they have not seen the human scenery for an unknown amount of time.

Just this scene, what really shook the monk’s heart was that there was a white immortal palace that suddenly stood up.

In the half-covered half of the clouds, it was difficult to peek at his full picture, as if this Immortal Palace had long stood here, but had just been discovered.

If someone can see the whole picture, they can know that this immortal palace, no more, no less, exactly has twelve floors and five cities.

With the sudden appearance of this immortal palace, it suddenly formed a confrontation scene with the golden body big Buddha, exuding a strong immortal Dao coercion.

This poem naturally did not end here, Bai Ziyun took a breath to recover his talent, and slowly read the next sentence.

“The immortal caresses my top, and the hair bears eternal life.”

As this poem came out, Bai Ziyun’s face turned slightly pale, and he only felt that at the moment just now, countless talents gushed out and poured into a terrifying technique.

The direction of the talent is precisely in the immortal palace that hangs high in the air and confronts the Golden Buddha.

The Immortal Palace absorbed a huge amount of talent, but the momentum was more restrained, but the figure of the building that was obscured by the clouds and mist was also clearer.

But in the next moment, the aberration abruptly occurred.

The Immortal Palace, which was already imposing and restrained, suddenly trembled ~ trembled.

The entire Immortal Palace was uneasy, and it seemed that there was something incredible, which made the Immortal Palace unbearable.

Just when Xiao Bailong saw this scene and muttered in his heart, the gate of the Immortal Palace actually opened.

An unreadable figure stepped out of the clouds, and did not say anything, the clouds surrounded the figure, so that people could not even see his figure, they could only know that it was a human body.

Although the figure is not clear, it is ethereal, but it is inexplicably felt.

When the figure stepped out of the Immortal Palace, a cloud of mist naturally formed under his feet, holding up his body, and the figure was on top of the high clouds, facing the golden Buddha in front of him, standing with his hands in his hands.

Bai Ziyun couldn’t help but feel a little strange, how could a person in poetry look more fanciful than himself, a genuine immortal.

It’s all a long story, but in fact, it’s just a matter of seeing it in a moment.

Until the immortals in the Immortal Palace stepped out, the big hand of the golden Buddha was only halfway out.

“It takes so much talent, don’t let me down.” Bai Ziyun said to himself, and after speaking, he urged the Cloud Immortals to take the enemy.

The immortal in the cloud stood with his hands in his hands, but after all, he was controlled by Bai Ziyun.

I couldn’t see the expression of the immortal clearly, but I saw that the immortal stretched out his hand towards the golden Buddha with one hand~ out, and seemed to block the hand of the Buddha with his own hand.

This scene is somewhat funny, after all, the two are completely disproportionate, and the immortals choose to meet the two.

Both are extremely fast, and in an instant, the two meet together.

There was no sound coming out, and it seemed to be a simple chapter encounter.

But in the eyes of a cultivator like Bai Ziyun, where the two met, Bai Yun was swept clean all of a sudden, and even the space was slightly distorted.

This blow, no one actually earned a bargain, Bai Ziyun was even more strict in his heart.

And the monk over there was bitterness in his mouth, this great freedom view was not something he should have touched, and he was forced to help.

This view of great freedom is the melting of the ashes left by the monk after his death, and as a bearing condition, it is supported by Western Arhat-level spell casting, so that the great monk can gush out such means.

Although the particles are powerful, they are not without their shortcomings.

That’s the massive supply of mana.

The great monk originally thought that if he made this move, the mortal world would not have its own enemies, and consuming some mana moon was nothing.

But I don’t know what Bai Ziyun used, and he actually resisted the attack of Da Ziguan for a while.

If it drags on like this, without waiting to defeat Bai Ziyun, the great monk will be sucked dry first.

If Bai Ziyun knew that the great monk was worried now, he might shake his hand with deep feelings.

This kind of thing that has some transgressions, devouring mana, is unaffordable.

For Bai Ziyun, if he was a mortal, he would never attract a real immortal, and it was just a virtual shadow condensed by the mental power of all sentient beings.

But today, Bai Ziyun himself is the realm of immortals, and he has used this poem to summon the immortals who are extremely spiritual, and that kind of temperament seems to be a true immortal.

Bai Ziyun couldn’t help but wonder if he had the ability to say a word.