The First Cause of All Realms

Chapter 752 The Heroes Kill the Old Demon!

"Eight-faced Buddha..."

Seeing the huge Buddha shadow looming in the white mist, Feng Wushuang's breathing was somewhat stagnant, and his heart seemed to be beating like a drum, and he couldn't seem to calm down.

The Liansheng Sect has a very long history. It is said that it is an ancient sect that existed in ancient times. Even though martial arts have been popular for three thousand years, the nine fundamental methods in the teaching are still the foundation of Taoism.

The Eight-faced Buddha is one of the four great Taoist arts under the "Golden Body Old Mother" of the Nine Great Mothers, and it is also her most proficient Taoism.

A few years ago, her attainments in this Taoism approached the tenth rank, and she once used this Taoism to kill a great elder in the door.

But compared with the Buddha shadow in front of me, it pales in comparison...

With the blessing of this rich incense and wish power, I am afraid that this has already exceeded the insurmountable limit of the 'Twelve Grades'!

Taoism is not comparable to martial arts, and it is extremely cumbersome to perform, but its power is equally great!

The power of the first-rank Taoism, if prepared in advance, can even surpass the second-rank magical skills!

The Taoism beyond the twelve ranks is truly the pinnacle of the world!

It needs to be known that as strong as Zhang Xuanba, the military situation he holds to coerce the world is only the twelfth rank!

woo woo~

In the white mist, there seemed to be the sound of real steel rubbing.

"Master!"

Lu Qingting was very alert, with a flash of divine action, he avoided the surging white mist, while a group of monks from Lanke Temple roared and rushed into the white mist.

In the next moment, he, who was the closest, could no longer perceive the existence of these monks, and seemed to have disappeared from the world.

Huh~

Under the white mist, the huge Anyang City fell into dead silence again.

"Three thousand years since ancient times, you are the worst group of opponents I have ever seen..."

On the altar, Liansheng's old mother caressed the struggling little doll with an angry face, her smile was still there, but her eyes were as indifferent as ice:

"I still remember that Bodhidharma, Sloppy, Zhang Yuanzhu, or the recent Henry Zhang, all gave my old body a small surprise..."

Three thousand years of vicissitudes.

She has seen and experienced too many things, even the besieged and slaughtered by the seven martial saints in front of her, she has no waves in her heart.

Today's world is better than in the past, but she is also far better than back then.

Once upon a time, the little monk from Dongdu could make her feel like a light, but now, even if ten little monks came, she would not care.

"God, it's finally going to change, it's only one step away, one step..."

Huh~

As if a cold current swept across, there was no noise or fluctuation in the huge Anyang City, and all the people were frozen in place.

He stared blankly at the huge Buddha looming in the rolling clouds and mist.

At this moment, not only the great masters who are one of heaven and man, but also ordinary people can see that the Buddha shadow seems to have broken through the boundary between nothingness and reality.

Under the oppression of the indescribable aura, even Lu Qingting, who possessed the speed of 'God's Movement', had already worked for Ning Wuqiu, and couldn't help but feel chills in his heart.

In a trance, there is really a sense of deterrence of gods and Buddhas in front of you.

"What kind of surprise do you want?"

There was a gentle breeze, and a calm sound blew in. Where the sound wave passed, the white mist, so thick that the wind could not disperse it, split apart soundlessly.

Huh~

The wind and snow outside the city are blowing in.

Lu Qingting turned his head with difficulty, and saw an old man walking slowly, wearing a starched and whitish gray coat, holding a black sword without sheath upside down.

Travel-stained, with a tired face, it is Mu Qingliu who has been to and fro in two places within a year.

"Mu Qingliu!"

Ning Wuqiu's heart skipped a few steps subconsciously.

He naturally disdains the Splendid List compiled by the imperial court, and people like Jiang Wuyang shouldn't be as famous as him.

But there are also things that convince him.

For example, the gray-clothed swordsman in front of him, the Great Sword God Mu Qingliu.

In the past seventy years, in the Jianghu, the discussion about various martial saints has never subsided.

And this person, no matter who he is in the mouth, is enough to rank among the top three.

Today, it is truly number one in the world!

"Knowing that the old man is out of trouble, you dare to come here without fleeing overseas. Such courage makes the old man look at you with admiration..."

Seeing the old man, Lian Sheng's old mother was a little moved, but only a little:

"Unfortunately, unfortunately..."

Mu Qingliu raised her eyes:

"What a pity?"

"Unfortunately, the gap between you and Henry Zhang is very big, and the gap between him and Laoshen is also very big..."

The old woman on the altar is casual:

"If I were you, I would flee overseas and come back in a hundred years. Although the result is the same, I can live a hundred years longer."

"Three thousand years of martial arts gathered together, only Brother Xuanba was born. Mu is not as good as him, of course it should be meant, but..."

Lifting the black sword lightly, Mu Qingliu lowered her eyes and smiled:

"What qualifications do you have to be compared with brother Xuan Ba, you old and immortal thief woman?"

Boom!

The sound fell, the hand was raised, and the sword came out.

Without any excessive skills, just a sword upward, and in an instant, Dingyang City seemed to be shaken.

Visible to the naked eye, a beam of sword energy billowed into the sky like a howling thunder dragon, dividing the white mist inside and outside the long street within hundreds of meters.

This is not even a sword move in the ordinary sense, but together, it seems to be more terrifying and sharper than Yu Baimei's yin and yang separation with the Seven Tribulations Sword.

In an instant, the clouds and mists disappeared, and the sky was almost like a sea of ​​swords.

boom!

The endless and ferocious sword seemed to cut open the heavens and the earth together. Under the terrifying sword power, the huge square boiled over it.

Thousands of Liansheng disciples felt as if a sword had been pressed between their eyebrows, piercing the bone, and many of them dodged subconsciously.

Only Feng Wushuang, at the moment when the sword was rising, his eyes lit up.

She didn't know how advanced the old monster on the dharma altar was in the Taoism of the 'Eight-faced Buddha', but at this moment, she was keenly aware of the tremor of this Taoism.

Coupled with Mu Qingliu's sword, the power of the combined power of the Eight Great Martial Saints has infinitely approached the limit of this Taoism!

Under the earth-shattering sword force, even Ning Wuqiu, a martial saint-level strongman who was watching from afar, couldn't help but stand upright and take a few steps back.

But on the altar, although Lian Sheng's mother's smile decreased a little, her expression didn't change much.

"The world, how stupid..."

she says.

"How can a short-lived old soldier be compared with a long-lived one?!"

hum!

It seems like a **** and Buddha whispering, and in an instant, there seems to be endless sounds of praise and worship inside and outside the void.

Roar!

There seems to be the sound of dragons singing and tigers roaring through the sky.

The cloud and mist that was broken by the sword rolled down again, and at the same time, there was a huge Buddha's palm that seemed to be illusory and real.

It also hangs down freely like a sky, pressing horizontally towards Mu Qingliu:

"Not bad swordsmanship, but if you want to kill Laoshen, you still..."

"It's far worse!"

Boom!

The sea of ​​clouds churned, the earth trembled, and before the giant palm fell, the entire city seemed overwhelmed.

"Supernatural powers, fix the body!"

At this moment, Qi Daoguang's passionate roar like a dragon came from among the clouds and mist.

In an instant, the huge eight-faced Buddha paused for a moment.

In just a moment, a sword light splitting the void came out along with Fang Tian's painted halberd that was burning like a raging fire.

"Amitabha!"

The monk's robe was hunting, and Zen Master Huandan uttered the sound of the dragon, urging the demon **** fist, and was the first to break through the clouds and pounce on the altar.

Eight-faced Buddha, broken!

The Liansheng religion has been handed down for three thousand years, and there are all kinds of information circulating. Naturally, they are not completely ignorant of the Taoism that the old woman is good at.

The momentum of Mu Qingliu's sword didn't have to be so great, it was just for the cooperation of the other people in Taoism.

"Evil barrier, you really dare to betray the old man!"

Liansheng's old mother's expression finally moved, anticipating the plan of several people, but her face sank, but she looked under the altar.

It was seen that the purple clothes disappeared into the crowd, leaving only a sneer echoing:

"Why don't you dare!"

See you in the picture!

With the help of Mu Qingliu's peerless sword power, Feng Wushuang finally activated, and in an instant, the square roared.

She, with the help of the pervasive incense and wish power, also urged the shadow of the eight-faced Buddha, but she shot at the elders of the Liansheng Sect who were hiding in the square.

This is the real altar, the foundation of Taoism.

"evil creature!"

With white hair flaring, the old woman no longer had a smile on her face, she raised her hand angrily, wanting to kill Feng Wushuang.

But the timing of the latter is too good.

At this moment, it was the time when Mu Qingliu, Qi Daoguang, Yu Baimei, and Huandan Great Zen Master's angry blows came.

Even if she was as strong as Liansheng's old mother, she had to raise her hand to parry, and taking this opportunity, she had already disappeared into the crowd.

boom!

It was also at this moment that, with the help of the inexplicable commotion in the square, he finally grasped the foundation of that Taoism.

"It's those congregants!"

The moment his mind turned, Lu Qingting also automatically, using that extremely cold sword force to fly into the air, urging him to act magically.

After the loud roar of the collision of several masters, they rushed into the square where tens of thousands of people gathered.

"kill!"

Lu Qingting exhaled and opened his voice, and the masters of the rivers and lakes lurking in the streets and alleys of the sound transmission, at the same time, used their tricks to kill the Liansheng Cult members who were also violent.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

…

The many masters invited by Yu Baimei, after receiving this strong support, finally no longer hesitated, and rushed into the square one after another.

And Ning Wuqiu, after a little hesitation, retreated behind the shadows, hibernated his breath, and quietly watched the **** killing on the square.

war,

A complete explosion~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The scene of Qi Daoguang entering Anyang City was captured by many eagles, and then spread to various places.

Eight hundred miles outside Dingyang City, on a barren hill, Qin Lihu stood with a saber in his hand, listening to the reports of his subordinates with a serious expression.

As the general manager of the Northwest Road, he is unwilling and does not want to attack Longyuan Road, which is now nominally led by Xu Wenji.

This is not only the kindness of knowing you back then, but also the deep-rooted concept of him serving the court for decades.

but…

"Lian Sheng teaches!"

For a certain moment, his eyes froze, as if he had sensed something, and the moment Lingying started, he raised his arms and called out.

In the next moment, he got on his horse, led eight thousand elite soldiers, and rushed towards the nearest city.

"Take Ding'an Road!"

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