The First Cause of All Realms

Chapter 454: 0 years of Buddhist luck, Longyuan changes!

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too fast!

From sitting cross-legged in extreme silence, to getting up and handing over, it seemed that it didn't even take a tenth of an instant, not to mention the crowd of onlookers, even Yinyue, who was concentrating on it, seemed to have lost the capture of the person in front of him for a moment.

When we said goodbye, the white and crystal clear, ivory-colored palm was about to touch the front of his own.

Then, it was the thunderous roar!

And the source of this huge roar is that he stomped lightly!

Boom!

It's just a light tap of the toes. The earth, no, is the square in front of the hanging view. It is shaking violently, and the sand, soil and rocks are surging like a tide.

This square, which can accommodate hundreds of people, seems to have been trampled over!

What kind of power is this? !

There is no blood energy, and there is no real energy fluctuation, but this is a terrifying scene, but it still makes all bystanders stunned.

Step on the mountains and rivers and wear the soil!

Suddenly, such a thought came to Lu Qingting's mind.

"This person?!"

Chu Tianyi's pupils contracted violently.

He was always engrossed in it, and it was clearer than anyone else could see. Just getting up and reaching out for palms, such tiny movements appeared in his eyes, but they seemed to be turning the world upside down!

In a trance, he seemed to hear the long-lasting sound of the dragon's roar, and saw the blue dragon howling furiously, the idol raised its nose, and the pure and vast power made his scalp numb.

A moment ago, it seemed to be just an ordinary young man, but after a while, it was like the **** of the ancient myth, who held up the sky!

Such an amazing change, more than earth-shaking? !

Whoa!

Blood boils like water.

With the power of this step, Yang Yu sunk his shoulders and dropped his elbows, loosened his waist and lowered his posture, one arm dropped to his waist, and the other hand was raised, without any reservations.

On that seemingly unhurried palm, the power of ten dragons and ten elephants gathers together!

Shaking supernatural powers is different from other supernatural powers that Yang Prison has come into contact with. Compared with supernatural powers with bizarre abilities, such as Tongyou and Rongjinshi, they seem unremarkable.

However, this magical power is a true strength that does not need to be urged, blends with flesh and blood, and grows in the bone marrow.

boom!

The meeting between the two was much faster than anyone imagined. Before the horror thoughts flashed in the hearts of the onlookers, the violent collision had already exploded.

boom!

Under the loud noise that could almost pierce the eardrum, with the two at the center, the earth with a radius of several dozen meters suddenly collapsed, sinking many feet.

The dust that Yang Yu stepped on into the sky was instantly flattened by the invisible giant force, and it was impossible to fly.

The outer wall of the Hanging View, together with the houses that were a little closer, collapsed instantly, like a cookie that was crushed by a sledgehammer and stuck to the ground.

And above the sound wave, the real energy reverberated like concentric circles, the sky was like a sea for a while, and the frenzy slapped all directions.

This is the collision of pure power, the intersection of Zhigang and Zhiyang!

At this moment, the flames of gold and iron violently rubbing were beating, like two hot meteors colliding on the top of the mountain!

"This old Taoist?!"

Yin Yue looked moved.

He bowed down with the weight of mountains and seas, and asked himself that even if it was a small mountain, it could be smashed into pieces, and the steel and iron bones would be crushed into mud.

But the raised palm seemed to have the power to move mountains and seas, and it stopped him from bowing down.

Not only that, the Taoist in front of him is more like a bottomless black hole, and all the power he exerted, like a mud cow entering the sea, disappeared without a trace.

And without a sound!

But how is this possible? !

Eighty years of training and hardships, his strength has been unrivaled in the world, and he is the first to come, and he asks himself enough to worship the great master of the same rank.

Even if he couldn't beat this sloppy Taoist with just one bow, how could he be so smoothly followed? !

"impossible!"

The raging wind couldn't blow Tie Taffa's burly body, as the only person who didn't retreat and was the closest.

He saw clearly, and was even more shocked.

At the moment when the two met, countless scenes after the collision between the two appeared in his mind, but he never thought it would be the scene in front of him.

'At least 50% of Yin Yue's power disappeared out of thin air...'

Before Chu Tianyi's thoughts flashed through his mind, a high-pitched and loud dragon roar sounded in his ears.

"Goodbye!"

Exhaling like thunder, sound like dragon roar, Yinyue's chest undulates violently, and the breath overflowing from her nose and mouth is as hot as magma.

In less than an instant, he used this huge anti-shock force to straighten his spine, bowed down again, and the terrifying force spewed again.

Straight like an active volcano that has been squeezed for countless years, it erupted completely.

clatter

All kinds of voices meet, rushing far away.

The hurricane's strong wind pushed out all the foreign objects it passed by, and the sharp wind knife left hideous scars on the ground and walls.

This time, the collision was much more violent than the first time, and the wind howled, as if it would flatten the entire mountain.

Even the iron tread method had to take a step back to avoid being directly surrounded by two people.

"Who is this person?!"

It was not until the second collision fell that the two Xuankong Mountain true disciples who fell into a trance just came back to their senses.

Even, an unbelievable thought occurred: this person, is it possible that he is the grandfather of rejuvenation? !

"it turns out…"

Yin Yue's brows dripped with red blood, and the whole person fell into a huge shock.

This time, just like before, the force he sent out was still a mud ox into the sea, without the slightest splash of water.

In front of him, this Taoist man who was more than three heads shorter than himself, and who was very old, was as unshakable as the legendary mountain that reached the sky.

This scene had such an impact on him that a trance that should not have appeared on him appeared.

The strength that he was so proud of, on which he became famous, actually lost to him? !

"Do you still want to worship?"

The black-colored martial robe was hunting, but Yang Yu retracted his palms, his hands fell down, and his left palm wrapped his slightly trembling right hand.

Cover up the wound that burst out because the mustard space couldn't bear it.

His horizontal training is far inferior to that of the great monk in front of him. Even though the power of ten dragons and ten elephants can pull up mountains, this shock-reversing power really makes him overwhelmed.

If it weren't for the mustard seed space to unload the force, it would never be possible to take over the two powers so easily.

"Amitabha."

After a brief silence, Yinyue's hands, which were shaken apart by life, folded slightly tremblingly, and his expression instantly dimmed:

"God doesn't bless me Buddhism, what can I do?"

With a mouthful of turbid breath, Yinyue's burly body seemed to be three points shorter, and the extremely strong frustration and unwillingness bit his heart.

From the day he entered the Dachan Temple, the master said that he was the most talented person in Buddhism and martial arts for more than a thousand years after Bodhidharma.

He did not live up to the expectations of the public, but he had learned something, all of which were refined and pure.

He once thought that he would surpass Maidama and become a Buddhist monument, until the first time he encountered the old Tao in front of him...

Faintly, he already felt it.

The prosperity of Buddhism for thousands of years has come to an end with its own downfall. I am afraid that in the future, Dachan Temple will fall apart.

"The swamp of gentlemen, the fifth generation. It was 1,400 years ago that Grandmaster Bodhidharma opened the Dachan Temple..."

Yang prison said:

"The sun and the moon still have their ups and downs, who can last forever?"

Yang prison has some feelings.

The great monk in front of him is really a figure of the highest level in martial arts.

The sloppy Taoist is ten times better than him, and is known as the supreme master who comes out once in a thousand years.

But how?

Thousands of years later, Dachan Temple has already been reduced to second-rate, and it is not comparable to the branched Lanke Temple. Xuankong Mountain is now in full swing, and by then, it will eventually fade away.

"Today's defeat is because Yinyue is not as good as a real person, but it's not because my Dachan Temple martial arts is not as good as your Xuankong Mountain! It's not because you beat Patriarch Bodhidharma!"

Yinyue's breath calmed down.

Looking at the old Taoist who didn't even have a few strands of hair in front of him, he slowly closed his eyes, opened them again, and turned to leave:

"In the future, when Buddhist disciples come to worship the mountain, Zhenren Zhang, you will definitely see it that day!"

As the voice echoed, a group of monks from Dachan Temple, who looked ugly, all descended the mountain, and many people in the martial arts forest who were watching the fun also dispersed.

There are many masters among them, and they have gained a lot today, and they are just looking for land to digest.

"puff!"

Not long after descending the mountain, Yinyue suddenly coughed up blood, and all the monks were terrified.

"Thousands of years of Buddhist luck, self-absolute..."

With a mouthful of black blood, he couldn't spit out the gloom in his heart. Yinyue held a Zen staff and hunted in a monk's robe. For a moment, he wanted to rush to the Hanging Mountain and die as a martyr.

Can…

As if feeling a little bit, he pushed back a group of monks who wanted to come to help him, strode forward, climbed over a hill, and stopped suddenly.

It is winter, and although the weather is not yet cold, all things have returned to silence.

But in front of him, there is a scene of early spring with flowers, vigorous vegetation, and flowing spring water.

"This is…"

Yin Yue murmured.

His eyes wandered and fell on the stream, where a woman in red sat cross-legged, with a nine-foot-tall sword standing beside her.

"Amitabha!"

"It's no wonder that Dachan Temple will soon split into three sects: Lanke, Dachan, and Wuliang..."

Looking at the retreating backs of the monks, Yang Yu was silent in his heart.

In the illusion of Bodhidharma and Fulongtu, he witnessed the creation of Dachan Temple from scratch with his own eyes.

At that time in Dachan Temple, all the monks headed by Bodhidharma were all ascetic, ranging from reclamation of wasteland, to repairing mountain gates and carving Buddha statues.

In the final analysis, what Bodhidharma taught was not only martial arts, but also Zen.

Today's Dachan Temple is still Dachan Temple, but it can no longer afford the word "Zen", and it loses its sense of Zen. Even if there is no hanging mountain, it will eventually fall apart.

Turning his mind, Yang Yu glanced at a group of descendants who wanted to approach, but were stopped by the disciples of Xuankong Mountain outside the mountain road.

With the departure of Monk Yinyue, the first node of this "Sloppy Taoist Meets Demons" has also been completed.

But compared to this, what he cared more about was that at a certain moment before, he felt the trembling of the Seven Star Longyuan Sword.

"There is a peerless swordsman?"

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