Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

The next moment, two figures landed in the hall.

One is dressed in black and black robe, about fifty years old; the other is wearing a moon-white monk's robe, with a peaceful face, he looks like a young man.

Fu Jing circulated her true energy and tried her best to resist the attack of corpse poison.

She suddenly felt a slap on the shoulder, and a mysterious aura poured into her body. The terrifying corpse poison instantly melted like ice and snow, and was quickly cleared from her body.

"His Majesty?"

Fu Jing turned her head, and saw Qingquan standing calmly in the black mist, as if the corpse poison of the Underworld Sect did not exist and could not enter his eyes.

The old man in black and black robe said in surprise: "You kid who took the throne has some tricks."

Qingquan looked at him, and said with a calm expression: "I have the "Tiandi Jing" to protect me, and all poisons and evils will not enter, so you should put aside these tricks."

The "Tiandi Jing" is exactly what Qingquan signed in, and it is the fundamental law of Emperor Ye Tiandi in the world that covers the sky.

The black-clothed old man sighed, "I didn't expect you, little baby, to be a bit courageous. This elder will let you die to understand that the one who took your life today is the ghost of the underworld sect."

As he spoke, he took back the poisonous mist with his palms.

Fu Jing said in shock: "You are the second elder of the Underworld Sect!"

Although the underworld sect here is acting in a covert manner, as the deputy leader of the crimson cavalry, she still knows some information.

Gui Mi looked at Fu Jing and said with a smile: "That's right, to be buried with you with all these unparalleled and stunning crimson cavalry is not a disgrace to your status as the emperor of the Jin Dynasty!"

The white-robed monk next to him suddenly said: "Ghost miasma, the military plane is urgent, it's time to act."

Ghost Miasma immediately restrained his expression, and said, "Wu Qingquan, right? Huangquan Youming, please go slowly!"

His figure swayed forward, turning into an invisible black light, and went straight to the clear spring like an arrow missing.

Fu Jing jumped over in a hurry, wanting to help, but only heard a cold snort in her ear, and felt an irresistible force gushing out, and couldn't help but retreat.

The tip of her nose was sore, and blood flowed down the nasal cavity.

The bloodstains were black and clearly contained poison!

She was powerless to help, and couldn't help feeling desperate: "Your Majesty, the last general is incompetent, unable to save you..."

However, at the next moment, the person who just snorted coldly let out an exclamation, which immediately turned into a shrill scream.

Fu Jing turned her head to look over, and saw that His Majesty took a step back at some point, leaving only a dark void in place, like the mouth of a giant beast swallowing up the miasma.

After a while, Qingquan took a step forward, and said in a cold voice: "Where you are a ghost, if you dare to kill a dozen of my crimson cavalry, I will let you die physically and spiritually, and you will not enter reincarnation."

The second elder of Mingzong had disappeared there.

Fu Jing fell to the ground, feeling a little sore in her heart.

Qingquan waved his hand and injected a piece of true energy from the Heavenly Emperor Sutra into her body, removing the poison from her body again.

The white-robed monk on the opposite side frowned a little: "What kind of method are you doing, that you can kill a strong man in the realm of heaven and man?"

With his cultivation base and eyesight, he didn't see why the ghost miasma died, he just felt a burst of heartache.

Qingquan finally smiled and said: "The method is not important, what is important is that since you dare to assassinate for the Xirong Kingdom, have you ever been mentally prepared to stay here completely?"

The white-robed monk stretched his brows and said with a smile: "The poor monk really doesn't know where your confidence comes from. Even if you can cut the heaven and the human realm, so what, do you know that there are still ascending immortals in the world?"

As he said that, the Buddha's light shone all over his body, illuminating the palace that had been made gloomy by the poisonous fog.

Wherever the light goes, everything is peaceful.

Qingquan's mood also became inexplicably relaxed, and he grinned like he was on Mount Zhuoguang and said, "You are a great monk who is a strong person who climbed to the fairyland, but so what? Going to the fairyland...hehe, it is hard to escape the cycle of life and death!"

The white-robed monk couldn't help shouting: "Arrogance! The poor monk is the first Yuantong in the Bodhi Hall of the Xuankong Temple. Today, follow the instructions of the Buddha and save you from reincarnation!"

He spread out his palm and shook it suddenly.

Fu Jing and Qing Quan suddenly felt their bodies tense up, but their spirits were peaceful.

They glanced at the world and suddenly felt that it was meaningless.

It's better to kill yourself and stay away from the troubles of the world.

The two raised their hands and patted themselves on the head.

"Amitabha, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn your head and be right."

Zen Master Yuantong seemed to be blooming with boundless light, standing in the Western Paradise, waiting for the two of them.

However, just as the palm was about to fall, Fu Jing's eyes widened suddenly, and she looked straight behind Zen Master Yuantong.

"you you……"

She froze in place, speechless.

Zen Master Yuantong, who was sure of winning, frowned slightly. How did she break free from her Buddha light?

"What's behind the poor monk?"

He subconsciously thought about it, and was about to shake his head and laugh at this child's trick, when he suddenly felt a bone-chilling coldness all over his body.

This is Deng Wonderland's instinctive reaction to the crisis of death!

"not good!"

Zen Master Yuantong yelled and flew straight up, trying to escape the lock of the unknown existence.

Qingquan stood in the hall and laughed softly: "Master Yuantong, do you know that there are gluttons in the world, devouring the sky and the earth, and no one can escape?"

Then, the walls and ceiling of the hall trembled, turning into a huge mouth of a beast made of flesh and blood.

The surrounding pavilions and pavilions also rumbled up from the ground, turning into limbs, heads, hairs and other objects of ferocious beasts.

This whole palace was transformed by gluttonous beasts!

At this time, Zen Master Yuantong, Qingquan and others were standing in the mouth of the gluttonous beast!

"No--"

Zen Master Yuantong let out an unbelievable exclamation, and then was closed by the giant mouth, and it was bitten in his mouth.

The world fell into darkness at this moment.

Not long after, the body of the huge beast squirmed, and a hole was opened from its abdomen, from which Qingquan, Fu Jing and a group of crimson cavalry fell.

"Your Majesty, this is..."

Fu Jing couldn't help looking at the giant beast in front of her, and asked.

Qingquan looked into the distance with his hands behind his back, and explained: "This is the ancestor demon Taotie who was revived at the foot of the Two Immortals that day. It was resurrected by me with the secret technique of reincarnation from the dirty soil, and I took it for my own use. With it, it would be difficult to assassinate us even in the fairyland."

Fu Jing exclaimed: "Your Majesty is wise!"

Qingquan calmly ordered: "The army of monsters will arrive at tomorrow's own time, and order all the troops to prepare for a decisive battle with the Xirong Kingdom!"

Fu Jing bowed and said, "Here!"

...

At the same time, Zhang Ming, who had just stepped into Xidang County, had already noticed the situation of Qingquan through the [Devil Clan Seal].

The ancestral demon Taotie followed Qingquan, and Emperor Yuxu followed Zhang Ming.

This is the perfect plan that the two of them made up before they set off.

"Xuankong Temple... Dimingzong..."

Zhang Ming murmured, and suddenly the light sped up, heading straight towards the direction of the inverted mountain.

This behemoth, one of the three sects, repeatedly bullied Lingshu Temple, and it's time to get it back with interest!

After half an hour, a huge mountain came into view.

It hangs upside down in the sky, and it has been like this for thousands of years. It is regarded as the Buddha's manifestation by the people of Xidang County.

"It's a pity that Buddhism and Taoism compete with each other, and their hearts are different."

Zhang Ming sighed softly, flew up into the sky, and yelled facing the upside-down mountain: "Poverty Taoist Zhuoguang Mountain Spirit Pivot to watch the Qinghui, I have heard the name of Xuankong Temple for a long time, I am here to pay a visit today to avenge the enmity between Buddhism and Taoism!"

His words rumbled over the entire overhanging mountain peak.

There is a monastery hanging in the air, and there are suddenly monks practicing in it.

"Lingshu Guan Qinghui? How courageous! How dare you attack the mountain gate of my Xuankong Temple!"

"Hasn't Xidang County already fallen into the hands of the Xirong Kingdom? How dare he come here at the risk of being besieged by the Xirong Kingdom?"

"Don't care about him so much, the Buddha is right, those who are obsessed with obsession, just kill them!"

"..."

They flew out from the mountain peaks, talking a lot.

Zhang Ming glanced at the crowd with a smile on his face, and said again: "Everyone, Yuanguang, the master of the Hall of Reincarnation, and Yuantong of the Bodhi Hall have all fallen into the hands of my Lingshu Guan. I think you should talk more, otherwise There is no chance."

Everyone was stunned, and their complexions changed drastically immediately!

Yuan Guang and Yuan Tong's two ancestors have already fallen! ?

They kept their mouths open or talking, but no sound came out of their mouths, and they were extremely silent for a while.

"My Bingshan Beauty Wife"

"Amitabha Buddha, no one in the world will die, and he will be reborn in bliss."

An old monk with a drooping white beard flew out from the upside-down mountain, clasped his hands together and said, "The head of the old monk's lecture hall, Yuanjue, has met Taoist Qing Hui."

He spoke openly, but there was a killing intent in his eyes.

Zhang Ming returned the courtesy with a smile: "Since they are all reborn in bliss, would the master wish to go with him?"

Zen Master Yuanjue clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "I still have some common affairs to do, why don't you send the Taoist priest to the Western Paradise to meet my Buddha?"

While speaking, the sky seemed to change inexplicably, and the color of the sun became much more monotonous.

Zhang Mingwan seemed not aware of it, and continued to laugh: "The poor Taoist is worried that the Buddha will not be able to stand my worship!"

As soon as this remark came out, the audience shouted: "Bold!" "Don't insult my Buddha!"

Zen Master Yuanjue's smile also gradually subsided, and he said, "Daoist Qinghui, this matter is beyond your control. You are already in the realm of Lao Na Buddha, so you have to go if you don't."

As he spoke, he slowly opened his clasped hands.

The entire sky seemed to be under his control, slowly splitting open, revealing countless spatial turbulence, surrounding Zhang Ming.

Then, Zhang Ming's eyes blurred, and he appeared in a noisy world.

Surrounded by criss-cross streets, there are countless pedestrians walking among them, and from time to time, there are vendors yelling for sweet-scented osmanthus cake, fermented bean curd and so on.

Zhang Ming looked down at himself, and found that he was dressed in coarse clothes, holding a broken bowl in his hand, and he turned into a beggar.

"Buddhist kingdom in the palm? Sumeru Illusion?"

He looked at it for a few eyes, and had some guesses in his heart.

But in the mid-air outside the upside-down mountain, many monks only saw the turbulent flow of space quickly drawing towards the Taoist.

The next moment, this person will be torn apart and annihilated into nothingness.

They couldn't help showing joy: "It's worthy of Master Yuanjue's action to change the world and reflect Sumeru. The evolution of the three thousand worlds can only be done with the flip of a palm."

However, when the turbulent flow of space flooded the Taoist, they were all stunned.

I saw tadpole-like characters appearing around him, spinning and flowing, like starlight surrounding, going round and round.

The rune blocked the turbulent flow of space outside, preventing it from harming the Taoist at all.

"This is... what kind of treasure?"

The eminent monks of the Hanging Temple murmured in disbelief.

Zen Master Yuanjue also looked ugly, the opponent had no power to fight back at this moment, and he couldn't kill the opponent directly.

"Amitabha Buddha, numbering as many sands in the Ganges River, reincarnated directly."

He clasped his hands together again, and the invisible, almost invisible Buddha light mixed in the sunlight, covering the land once again.

Zhang Ming's stiff body trembled, as if his body was being pulled left and right, trying to pull his soul and primordial spirit out of his body.

However, there are countless mysterious rays of light circulating on his body, but they are unbreakable.

This is the fundamental method of the "Immortal Heart Sutra", which is a fusion of "Eight Nine Xuan Gong", "Tiandi Jing", "Blood Nerve" and many other exercises, and it protects oneself.

Zen Master Yuanjue's face was serious: "What kind of exercises are you practicing? What treasures are on your body?"

At this moment, he actually found it difficult. This person was like a tortoise.

The eyelids of the Taoist on the opposite side twitched slightly, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

There seemed to be a divine light in those eyes shooting out from afar, falling in the direction of a group of Xuankong Temple monks.

"It's interesting, is this your method?"

Zhang Ming said slowly.

This Zen master Yuanjue's supernatural powers are completely different from others, but invade like moistening things silently, he almost lost his mind when he let down his vigilance a little bit.

However, he still has many backhands. Even if he stands here and allows the opponent to attack, he may not be able to break through his treasures, defense, body and soul.

"Now, it's time for Pindao to act!"

He stretched out his hand forward, and the golden light of the Immortal Heart Sutra overflowed from his palm, spreading in all directions.

Zen Master Yuanjue was the first to feel that something was wrong, and his face changed drastically: "Impossible! You are eroding my original Buddha light! Impossible! What kind of cultivation method are you doing!"

I saw the power of the Immortal Heart Sutra eroding rapidly, turning Zen Master Yuanguang's Buddha light into his own use in the blink of an eye.

In a moment, the control of this land boundary has changed hands.

Zhang Ming sighed softly: "It turns out that this is the true usage of the Immortal Heart Sutra. I am the only one in all dharmas, and I am the only one in all ways! It turns out that all my reliance is on the far side."

At this moment, he realized.

What kind of swordsmanship, supernatural powers, and exercises are actually not as good as his fundamental method, which is his strongest method!

If this is not the case, how can it be called the fundamental law?

Zhang Ming flipped his hands and said with a smile: "Master Yuanjue, poor and sincere, I invite you all to meet the Buddha in the West Heaven!"

As he spoke, he pressed his palm down.

The whole sky and the earth changed in an instant, turned upside down, collapsed and rolled inward.

The mountain peak that was originally hanging upside down is now standing between the sky and the earth, but that day the ground collapsed...

The sound of "rumbling" collapsed spread all over the place.

A group of monks shouted in horror, but they couldn't escape the power that controlled the world at all. They were sucked into the rapidly collapsing area and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zen Master Yuanjue's own supernatural powers and strength were taken away, and he fell down involuntarily like a weak old man without cultivation.

"Patriarch! Help me—"

He couldn't care less about face anymore and shouted loudly.

The next moment, in the overturned mountain peak, an old monk holding a broom and wearing a monk's hat raised his head, his eyes passed through the chaotic gravel, mud and trees, and fell on Zhang Ming.

Then, he took a light step and appeared in front of him.

The originally collapsed and overturned world suddenly stopped and froze in place.

The gravel, soil, trees, and a group of monks stopped in a daze as if time and space stood still.

"Amitabha, you must forgive others and forgive others."

The old monk swept his broom lightly, and the sky and the earth hung upside down again. The gravel, soil, trees and all the monks stepped back and returned to their original positions.

The world is stable and everything returns to its place.

Zhang Ming's eyes fell on the old monk all of a sudden, with fear in his eyes.

This is a living Loose Immortal who is no weaker than Tianqingzi of the Taiyi Immortal Sect!