Martial Cultivator Chapter 380: The Realm of the Martial Saint
Crunch——
The main entrance of the Main Hall was pushed open by Wang An...
A majestic golden rainbow like a sea flooded out from the hall. Its breath was so familiar and yet so strange to the sloppy Taoist.
So much so that when the golden rainbow enveloped him, he subconsciously did not resist.
Golden rainbow began to crystallize on his body surface, freezing him.
When he reacted, everything was over.
In the square and in the valley, there are practitioners wrapped in golden rainbow crystals everywhere, including enemies and friends.
Even Wang An, who was highly valued by the sloppy Taoist, had his blood-soaked Xingtian essence restrained and was wrapped in a thin layer of golden rainbow crystals.
What's going on?
Why does this breath freeze everyone present?
This is completely different from what I have seen when the abbot performs such martial arts——
What happened in the middle? !
The sloppy Taoist's thoughts could still move, and he could still check out the surrounding scene with his naked eyes. He strained his eyes to look at the large, open majestic palace.
The golden rainbow in the hall gradually stopped.
A tall figure wearing a cassock monk's robe stepped out.
The cassock and precious clothes on his body shone brightly, and his face was resolute and upright. The energies of heaven and earth rotated and changed with his every move, always surrounding him.
It was as if he was the son of God, deeply favored by God.
Every move you make can be blessed by the will of heaven and earth.
The sloppy Taoist stared at that figure and that young face, his mind went blank for a moment - this face, so familiar!
The Taoist tried his best to rummage through his memory and piece it together.
After a long time, he suddenly widened his eyes, and the figure of another old man appeared in his mind. The old man was wrapped in a cassock that only the abbot of the Great Zen Temple could wear. He was tall and tall, exuding a fierce masculine aura and vitality. His prowess far surpasses that of the younger generation in the Great Zen Temple.
The face of the old monk was also so resolute and upright, without anger or authority.
The face of the young monk in front of him is very similar to the face of the abbot of the Great Zen Temple in the memory of the slovenly Taoist. He is simply the abbot of the Great Zen Temple who is decades younger!
He is simply the abbot of the Great Zen Temple who is decades younger!
"The abbot...has already died, how could he..."
"Why did he do this..."
The sloppy Taoist was in disbelief.
Reason told him that this young monk walking from the golden rainbow crystal statues was the abbot of the Great Zen Temple who was several decades younger.
But his emotions made it difficult for him to trust his rational judgment.
The aura of this young monk is very similar to that of the former abbot, but his temperament is quite different from that of the abbot.
From the young monk's eyebrows, the slovenly Taoist could only feel a kind of indifference.
A kind of indifference in which everything is ignored, and all living things are like ants that can be crushed and killed at will!
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The young monk strode past Feng Baiyu. In his path, he happened to be blocking a golden rainbow crystal statue.
The frozen person in the statue is Feng Baiyu’s eldest disciple Li Shi.
He continued to move forward.
As he was about to approach Li Shi, the qi of heaven and earth suddenly became restless, and streams of vitality covered with golden scales appeared from behind him, sweeping across Li Shi's crystal statue in an instant.
Li Shi disappeared together with the crystal statue wrapped around him...
Like a pencil drawing that has been smoothed out by an eraser on paper.
Silent and silent...
Standing behind the young monk, Feng Baiyu was unable to move. The moment he took action, he didn't even sense the change in the opponent's Qi!
Because, this world is full of the energy of young monks.
Everything is under the control of one person!
He is the incarnation of God’s will!
Feng Baiyu felt cold all over his body!
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"The abbot of the Great Zen Temple came to life!
Rejuvenated! ”
The Lord Dharma King of Hell rolled his eyes desperately, following the movement of the young monk. Seeing him wipe out every statue in front of him, and after walking dozens of steps, he had already killed ten practitioners. , Zhuo Li was particularly frightened.
He even ignored the demon-like Mahakala who stretched out his eight arms to surround Zhuoli's body, but his body turned into a ferocious human face!
Mo Ran Mahakala was in the same situation as him, both were frozen by the golden rainbow crystal!
No one can kill the other!
He looked at the young monk crossing the square, the ladder of vitality rising in the void, holding the monk up and walking towards the saint of the Xiantian religion who was frozen in mid-air. The thoughts in his mind were running wildly: "This is really the great saint. Abbot of Zen Temple?!
Are all the benevolent appearances he made in the past all a pretense?
Impossible!
The body of the abbot of Daizen Temple has undergone a mutation - an inexplicable being has taken his body as its own!
That is the body of the Martial Saint realm! ”
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The figure of the young monk passed by Wang An.
He didn't look at Wang An twice.
Wang An's whole body, the blood-red Xingtian essence bulged outwards, stretching out the Mahakala aura that he had suppressed, and completely enveloped him.
In the perception of others, Wang An seemed to have turned into the demon-tainted Dharma King Mahakala.
Perhaps because he was too familiar with the demon-stained aura of Mahakala and found it difficult to be afraid of it, the young monk did not pay too much attention to Wang An.
In fact, as long as he pays a little attention to Wang Anduo, he will definitely find something that interests him.
No matter what, Wang An finally escaped a certain calamity.
He was frozen by a thin layer of golden rainbow crystals, and only his eyes could move and observe his surroundings.
His eyes could not move to the back of his head, so he could only look ahead.
Observe the interior of the magnificent hall.
Under the seat of Medicine Master Light King Tathagata made of sapphire blue as if made of glass, the lotus platform was covered with dust, the incense table collapsed, and half of the body of the attendant Bodhisattva collapsed.
On the pitted and ravaged ground lay a withered body.
The corpse was wearing a monk's robe. Even though it had been dead for an unknown number of years, its skin color was still the same as before, showing no sign of dryness.
He was lying on his side with a huge hole in his chest.
The face is facing Wang An.
It was an old man's face full of sorrow. He seemed to be always worried, always worried about many things that had not happened or had happened.
Looking at this face, a shadow of a gray monk's robe appeared in Wang Anxin's mind.
The face of the phantom was blurry, but its breath was pleasant and contented, as clear as the breeze and the bright moon.
The blurry face gradually overlapped with the sad face of the corpse that Wang An saw in front of him. In his ears, he heard subtle murmurs and grand Sanskrit chants: "The body is like glass, the inside and outside are clear; Pure, flawless, bright and vast."
“Boundless vows to save all sentient beings;
I vow to put an end to endless troubles;
I am willing to learn the infinite Dharma;
Buddhism is the supreme vow to achieve..."
The sound of great compassion resounded in Wang An’s mind.
He suddenly understood.
That corpse corresponds to the essence stored in his Dantian, which is constantly evolving towards him!
Every phantom hidden in the more than 300 acupoints around my body is the soul of a monk who has perfected a martial arts technique in the Great Zen Temple!
In order to continue the inheritance, they gave up all the memories in their souls and all the past, only retaining the essence of the martial arts inheritance, which they aggregated into the so-called innate spiritual key, which remains to this day!
That key is not only a landmark that leads the way, but also the final destination!
Buddhism says that persistence is broken. Why are these monks from the Great Zen Temple so persistent?
Why can’t we break our attachments?
"The wind and rain are favorable, the crops are ripe, and all sentient beings are free from illness and happy..."
"The wind and rain are favorable, the crops are ripe, and all sentient beings are free from illness and happy..."
"My own light is blazing, illuminating the boundless and countless worlds..."
"My own light is blazing, illuminating the boundless and countless worlds..."
The majestic Sanskrit sounds drowned Wang An's soul, but made his will become stronger and more indestructible to foreign objects.
He slowly probed out wisps of essence from the package of Mahakala's aura.
The golden rainbow crystal that enveloped him was broken open by the majestic and strong Xingtian essence.
He suddenly raised his head and looked at the dusty Medicine Master Glazed Light King Tathagata in the hall.
I saw a drop of crystal and colorful tears flowing from the corner of his eyes.
The teardrops slowly fell towards the dust and mud.
The colorful light refracted from the teardrop, leaving projections and dreams in Wang An's mind.
With the beautiful reflection, Wang An seemed to have had a big dream.
From the pores of time, we can glimpse what happened in front of this magnificent palace.
The various pictures that the black-robed general manager once glimpsed when he traveled through the layer of blood that blocked the Tianyin Mountains and the surrounding area with his mind were now seen by Wang An.
What Wang An saw was clearer and more profound than what he saw.
Wang An saw: In front of the main entrance of the magnificent and solemn Mahavira Palace, the square square built by stone barriers has many traces of mottled years, but it is different from what we see now with weeds and ravines. Compared with the scene everywhere, it is much better.
Over the square, the stars are changing.
Those catastrophic forces hidden in the surrounding void, due to the changes in the rotation of the stars, finally slowly gathered and were about to fall.
A being wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe stands in the void, and his face is somewhat similar to Zhang Shaoyang.
The aura of the middle-aged Taoist fills the heaven and earth, rushing into the void.
He cast his gaze in front of the void, opened his mouth slightly, and his voice spread throughout the world: "The Great Sun Sect paints corpses with blood, commits indiscriminate killings, slanders evil and sorcery as the great road, and ends up falling to the ground today. This sin The feedback of force should wait for the natural cycle of birth and death, and has nothing to do with Dazen Temple.
The Star God Sect must also know this.
Why do you want to collude with the Dainichi Sect and trap the Dazen Temple in today's desperate situation? ! ”
Below the middle-aged Taoist, at the main entrance of the Main Hall, three monks stood in the shape of a pin, and behind them were many monks from the Great Zen Temple with golden and bronze complexions.
The three monks at the front are the abbot of the Great Zen Temple and the two chiefs.
Among them was the corpse that Wang An saw in the main hall - the old man with a sad face.
The blazing divine light in the middle-aged Taoist's eyes affected the world and stagnated the energy of the world, forcing out the two figures in the void opposite.
The two figures are both dressed in the black and white checkerboard star clothes of the Star God Sect.
One has white hair and is older.
The first one is a young man with jet black hair. His face is exactly the same as Bai Qinghe's today. He must be Bai Qinghe from decades ago.
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