The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 154: The flying unicorn, the ugly monk
So fast!
Looking at this scene, the people in Jingyuan were horrified and speechless.
Zhuo Rusui didn’t see it, only then did I hear the sound of the sword breaking through the air.
Bai Qianjun’s face was ashamed, knowing that if he were standing opposite Jing Jiu, he would have been killed by a sword at this time.
The word fast is sometimes used to describe the sharpness, more often it is used to describe the speed.
The cosmic blade is completely removed from the dirt and becomes a lot thinner, like a piece of paper, you can play your speed and sharpness to your heart’s content.
Its sharpness should not be as sharp as Buer Sword, but its speed is faster than Buer Sword.
It should not be as fast as Firth, but it is more lethal than Firth.
In a sense, the Universe Front has formed a perfect balance between speed and sharpness, which fits perfectly with Jing Jiu’s Netherworld Sword.
so that Qilin was stabbed by him even though he was already prepared.
“What’s the point of this?”
Qilin looked at the sword shadows carried by Jing Jiu’s clothes, and said indifferently: “Although you and your sword are fast enough, they are still not strong enough.”
As the highest-ranking ancient beast on the continent, it is still not bad after being transformed into a human being. The universe front is already extremely powerful, and it can actually break his skin, but after all, it can’t bring deeper wounds. What if there are thousands more such wounds or thousands more drops of blood?
The gusty wind suddenly rose in the quiet garden because the unicorn took a deep breath.
He has been gathering momentum for a long time, and the next blow is bound to be thunderous. How can Jing Jiu catch it?
The afterimages brought up by the Jiu Jiuyi suddenly dispersed and disappeared from the same place, and he was about to leave the Jingyuan.
Since there is no way to catch it, he left first, avoiding the quiet garden full of ancient coercion. For any fast sword repairer, this choice should be made at this moment. Monk Duhai was a little worried, because he knew that Jing Jiu was not an ordinary sword repairer, and guessed that he should be preparing for an adventure.
The unicorn snorted coldly, and the pressure rose from the ground, directly blocking the road to the sky.
With a boom, Jing Yuan’s door was smashed, and Jing Jiu came outside with more than ten sword lights.
The unicorn turned into a clear light and followed, the speed was not bad at all, even faster, and full of power.
Today’s worship tower, there are many ordinary monks outside the Jingyuan who do things and chant scriptures. At this time, they are evacuating, and they have not had time to completely evacuate.
The unicorn came under the coercive force, rolling up countless gusts of wind, and the wind picked up leaves and gravel, the sky was dim and the earth was dark, and it was chaotic. I don’t know how many monks fell to the ground, their heads broken and bloody.
The big formation of Guocheng Temple finally started.
Accompanied by countless chants and muyu sounds, there are about three thousand scripture characters, rising into the air from various temples, meditation rooms, and stone towers, turning into a sky full of Buddha fire.
Venerable Flame Protecting the Mountain Formation!
This formation completely cut off the surroundings of Jingyuan Garden and sealed up everything inside. Even if the unicorn wants to break out of the formation, it will take some time.
Qilin didn’t care about these things at all, and still chased Jing Jiu, wherever he passed, the tree fell, the ancient clock fell, and the ground was full of wolves.
Jing Jiu walked through three thousand Buddhadharma, like a ghost, and sometimes even like a Buddha’s fire.
The Flame Venerable Mountain Protection Formation prevented him from leaving the Guocheng Temple, but in a relatively small area, the strange body technique of the Netherworld Immortal Sword brought him a lot of benefits.
Facing the Qilin’s pursuit, he actually lasted for a while, but he couldn’t get rid of the opponent.
The one in the sky full of Buddha’s fire suddenly disappeared, and the clear light that was chasing after it also disappeared.
There is a soft wiping sound.
The figures of Jing Jiu and Qilin appeared.
The sword in his hand has been inserted into the Qilin’s chest, and the blood keeps pouring out.
The Universe Front didn’t penetrate the Qilin’s body deeply, about a few inches, but why didn’t the Qilin avoid this sword?
The gate of Jingyuan has been destroyed, and the monk crossing the sea saw the scene at that moment.
The Buddha fire was annihilated, Jing Jiu appeared, raising the sword in his hand.
The clear light disappeared, and the unicorn appeared, moving forward a few steps.
In a sense, it was not that Jing Jiu stabbed the Qilin with a sword, but the Qilin slammed into the sword.
is like a rabbit hitting a tree, someone hit something.
The somewhat absurd scene in this scene means that Jing Jiu has achieved true movement and quietness.
Not to mention the realm of , this kind of physical form is really unimaginable.
Qilin was not angry because of the injury, and there was no pain in his deep eyes, he was still indifferent.
“Do you think your strategy succeeded? Don’t forget, I haven’t taken any action yet.”
The chase among the sky full of Buddha and fire is only the first half of the chase, and the Qilin has not used the long-awaited third attack.
Jing Jiu felt the unshakable feeling of a giant mountain from the sword, and knew that the other party had locked the universe front with a unicorn divine body.
With his current realm and strength, he couldn’t pull the universe front from the Qilin’s body. Now he has three choices, one is to abandon the sword and go away, the other is to explode all the sword essences, and strive to let the universe front penetrate Qilin’s body and really seriously injure him, and the third is to stand in place, holding the hilt of the sword, and waiting to bear it. Kirin’s most terrifying blow.
He chose the third one, even if it is likely to be smashed into flesh.
”If you can cultivate to the peak of the sea-breaking state, or hold this sword, I will be a little jealous, but after all, you are only a weak person now, so…”
Qilin did not make a move, and continued to raise his momentum and coercion to the highest level, before he cried out: “Go to hell!”
When ’s voice fell, he blasted Jing Jiu’s face with a punch.
A seemingly simple punch, but it contains the weight of a real mountain, and the fist of a unicorn is even more terrifying than an ordinary magic weapon.
Facing such a terrifying fist, Jing Jiu did not have any mood swings, and stepped back half a step, revealing his left hand, which was always behind him.
The extremely faint golden light leaked from his fingers, exuding an intoxicating, far better than spring breeze.
That is Xianqi.
The entire spiritual world knows that Jing Jiu’s left hand is holding the Longevity Immortal Urn and has never let go.
Since the questioning meeting ended, he has been holding it for six full years.
The immortal urn seems to have already merged with his left hand.
Looking at the scene outside Jingyuan, Bai Qianjun remembered the scene outside Qingtianjian six years ago.
At that time, he punched Jing Jiu and nearly died from a fractured whole body. Fortunately, he was rescued by Zhenren Bai.
Does Jing Jiu want to repeat the old trick?
Bai Qianjun thought coldly, if you think that holding the fist of Xianlu can be compared with the fist of Qilin Patriarch, then you really deserve to die.
Many people say that thinking is the fastest thing in the world, but since thinking takes time, there is naturally a difference in speed. The speed of Jing Jiu’s deduction is extremely fast, which does not mean that everyone is the same. In fact, the thinking speed of most people in the world is definitely not as fast as Qilin and his punching speed.
When the previous thought flashed through Bai Qianjun’s mind, Jing Jiu’s left fist had already met Qilin’s fist.
There were no air waves, no smoke or dust, not even the loud roar of the impact.
Both he and Qilin have reached the highest level of power in this world, and all the power is given to each other without a trace.
There was only a soft click.
Then there was the sound of the earth being torn apart.
is a real tear.
A deep gully appeared on the bluestone ground, leading to the quiet garden.
Jing Jiu lay at the end of the gully, his expression still calm, but his face was extremely pale, and he was obviously seriously injured.
There were numerous cracks on the surface of his phalanx, wrist bones, arm bones, and shoulder bones.
If it were not for a special body, those bones would have been broken into countless pieces long ago.
The battle is not over yet, because the third offensive of Qilin is still going on.
His fist blasted a ball of light condensed with blue light, entered Jingyuan, and came to Jing Jiu’s eyes.
Jing Jiu’s left hand is already very reluctant to hold the immortal urn, how can he raise the enemy?
If Zhao Layue can react, she will definitely stand in front of him.
It’s just that Jing Jiu’s battle with Qilin has exceeded her realm, and she has no time to do anything. This made her a little regretful. A few years ago, she shouldn’t have listened to Jing Jiu. If she broke through and entered the middle of the wild, at least she should have had time to call the Fusi sword to block it.
Jing Jiu’s eyes were still very calm, he didn’t even mean to raise the sword, and he didn’t know what he was thinking.
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Qilin screamed to death.
Jing Jiuguo is really dying.
But at this moment, Qilin heard someone say the same thing.
“Go and die.”
The voice came from below him, very calm, like a polite request.
Qilin looked around and found that it was an old monk who was doing things outside the Jingyuan.
There is nothing special about the old monk except ugliness.
The ugly red nose of lees and the sparse and dry hair that has just grown out of time and has not had time to shave, anyone will feel extremely disgusted when looking at it.
The old monk held a vajra that looked like black stone in his hand.
The tip of the vajra pestle has been deeply inserted into the waist of the Qilin at this time.
At this moment, countless questions arose in Qilin’s mind.
When he emerged from the sky full of Buddha’s fire, his divine consciousness had completely grasped the situation in the field, and he found this old monk who fell on the ground and didn’t know his life or death.
When did the old monk sit up, and why didn’t he perceive it? When did the old monk insert this vajra into his body? The most important thing is, what is this vajra? The Zen spirit is deep, but the surface is surrounded by a few wisps of black smoke, which can actually penetrate into my body, and it is so painful…
“Ah!” Qilin let out a painful and angry scream.
The vajra has brought him real harm, including the level of dignity.
After many years of leaving Yunmeng Mountain to travel in the world, I will be hurt by an unknown person!
“Evil child, dare to attack the old man! Go to hell!”
Qilin was dazzled by the rage, and began to frantically improve his realm.
The vajra in the hands of this old monk is devilish, dark smoke and cold, obviously a wicked method, he naturally does not need to suppress the realm in the Yuan Ying stage.
The two horns on the top of the unicorn’s head became several feet long, as bright red as coral, and the breath became extremely powerful, majestic like a sea.
In a very short time, he raised his realm to the mid-Mahayana!
The unicorn has not fully recovered its body, the heaven and the earth have already given birth to induction.
Countless dark clouds came to the sky above Guocheng Temple, and the thunder and lightning did not come out in the meantime!
Qilin’s palm fell to the top of the old monk’s head, heavier than Leiwei!
there is a soft pop.
The old monk greeted him with his palms, but he took it lightly!
The black smoke with both gloomy and violent meanings continuously overflowed from the palm of the old monk, mixed with the golden light from the palm of the unicorn, and became bright but dark, like magma that was about to condense. His ugly face shined more clearly.
“Even if you are the main body, I am not afraid at all, let alone now?”
The old monk looked at the unicorn and laughed and said.
His smile is full of greed and pride, not like a powerful man with advanced realm, but more like a monster who sees delicious food.
A great warning arose in the Qilin’s heart. It was a real danger, even more dangerous than the hidden thunder in the sky!
Even after his transformation, his strength is far less than his body, but how many people in the world can catch the full force of the middle Mahayana?
He didn’t care about that much anymore, and Li Xiao had to change back into his body, even if he risked the danger of falling from the sky, he had to leave here.
But the old monk didn’t give him a chance, rolled his eyes, his legs kicked out like lightning, and hit the Qilin’s thigh heavily.
There was a loud bang.
The unicorn flew into the sky, turned into a small black spot, turned into a line, and flew toward the sky, crashing a mountain midway!
The next moment, I could faintly see the milky white light of the magic weapon shining on the mountain peak, and the dark cloud followed, and the thunder fell, but did not stop the black spot.
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On the eaves of the Chenghua Temple, the white cat looked at the unicorn spraying blood on the other side of the mountain, and a fierce intent flashed in his eyes, and he wanted to hunt down… but he felt his neck tighten.
Yin San grabbed the hair on the back of his neck, hugged it into his arms, looked at the mountain and said: “The Bai family is coming, Ah Da, shall we let the ugly deer go today?”
His tone is very kind and gentle, using a questioning tone, but the white cat is stiff, where he dares not to.
yin San turned his head and looked towards Jingyuan, looking at the ancestor Xuanyin who had floated above Jingyuan, his eyes were slightly cold and said, “It’s… a pity.”
Bai Mao didn’t know that he was talking about the ancestor Xuanyin, thinking he was saying that the unicorn had escaped, it was a pity that he quickly meowed his approval, and then cautiously asked with his spiritual knowledge: “Real man, this is your brother against Zhongzhou. The game?”
Jing Jiu fled outside the garden with the Netherworld Immortal Sword, but fell by the side of the ancestor Xuanyin. No matter how you look at it, this is not a coincidence, but a game.
“Kirin is just a casual trade.” Yin San looked at Jing Jiu who had just stood up from the gully and said, “The one I want to kill is him.”
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Everything happened too fast.
Seeing Qilin’s fist, he was about to fall on Jing Jiu’s body, and he was seriously injured by an attack by an old monk.
Qilin raised his realm to the middle of the Mahayana, and even almost revealed his body at the end, but he was still not the opponent of the old monk, and was directly kicked out of the thousand mountains.
Throughout the process, the old monk sat on the ground and never stood up.
Who is this old monk? Is the abbot of Guocheng Temple a monk who is a monk who retreats?
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The old monk flew over the quiet garden, and the vajra made of black stone had disappeared.
The people in Jingyuan felt it very clearly, the old monk’s aura was unfathomable, and it was an evil cultivator!
The old monk slapped Jingyuan with a palm, and the target was Jing Jiu!
All the unicorns of the Yuan Ying period beat Jing Jiu so badly. The unicorns returned to the Mahayana cultivation base, but they were beaten so badly by the old monk. Based on this inference, if divided according to the realm of the Green Mountain Sect, this old monk must already be in the pinnacle realm of Tongtian, and in the practice realm of Chaotian Continent, he can rank in the top ten no matter what.
The evil path is declining, when did such a demon appear?
Looking at the old monk, the people in the Jingyuan thought of despair, thinking that Jing Jiu would definitely die.
At this time, something happened in Jingyuan.
Zhuo Ru Sui raised his head and glanced at the old monk.
Before, whether it was a unicorn and Jing Jiu’s swords, or other times, he always stared at the ground, watching the weed swagger, watching the weed being shaken into powder by the pressure of the unicorn, and then passed away with the wind. .
This is the first time he looked up today in the Guocheng Temple Quiet Garden.
He saw the old monk’s face at a glance, and subconsciously said: “It’s ugly.”
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