Chapter 209 Super Iron Plate (Part 1)

Yingtian Mansion, Li Feng, Zhu Li and others racked their brains, attacked and cursed each other, and poured sewage on each other, making Zhu Di extremely immense. Finally, he called all four sons together. After scolding him, Zhu Li brought two thousand men out of the capital to chase Zhu Yunwen, Zhu Xi, Zhu Ren, and Zhu Yi immediately became quiet. The sounds that could be heard in the entire Yingtian Mansion were the wailing sounds made by the generals under Zhu Li when the kitten beat Zhu Li's subordinates.

Murong Tian, ​​Lei Zhenyuan and Zhu Yu's old subordinates ran away when they saw the kitten. Only the generals who had recently defected to Zhu Yu could not tell the difference. When they saw the kitten coming to provoke, they immediately rushed forward with their noses and stared at them. The kitten was another fuel-efficient lamp? With a big fist, he led a group of soldiers who broke the camp to beat the group of generals to the point of bruising. On the most exaggerated day, the kitten crippled seven generals, fifteen commanders, more than thirty thousand households, and hundreds of households.

After this slap, the Ministry of War was not happy. Even if you are a first-rank general in the dynasty, you will be disabled. You will be the general of half of the garrison outside Yingtian Prefecture. This is not reasonable, right? So, the Minister of War was a crazy training. Zhu Di scolded the kitten with three swords. The kitten went to the Ministry of War to order Mao every day, drink tea, and be on duty, and it looked like a general. After all, he also held the position of the Ministry of War, so he always had a lot of meaning. So, the strong fragrance of roasted dog meat floated out of the Ministry of War every day, which was a good story in the Ming Dynasty.

The overseas wandering cultivators of Wuya Ancestor and his army of wandering cultivators had swept across the road and rushed directly into the boundary of Henan. Along the way, all the small-sected Taoist sects were wiped out by them, and those big sects even fled. No matter how big their sects are, how many disciples can they have? At most, at most, at least hundreds of people, can they fight with 20,000 people at the same time? The flying swords flew out, and 20,000 flying swords. Even the most temporary flying swords, the pressure was enough to make a Daluo Jinxian smash to pieces. Who dared to confront them head-on?

So, Wuya and his wife were arrogant and cheered for the slogan of eliminating the entire Central Plains Taoist Sect, preparing to sweep from Henan to the grassland, then go south to destroy all the lamas in Tibet, and then fight against the mountains and ridges in the northwest, destroying all the famous and famous portals such as Kunlun and Tianshan. At that time, these overseas monks will unify the world and lay the magnificent foundation for the unwavering of the ages.

Dan Qingsheng was relatively clear-headed, but in the face of such a good situation, his head was also faint. When the old monsters asked him about his opinions, Dan Qingsheng just said lightly: "After all, we are all fellow Taoists, and God has the virtue of being a good person. If they are willing to give up their mountain gate, we will not do anything and let them go." Dan Qingsheng also felt that judging from the current situation, the Zhongyuan Taoist Sect could not fight against them.

How to say it? The Central Plains Taoist Sect has never been very united. They can mobilize more than 10,000 fellow practitioners at one time, which is a shocking event. How can it be compared with the scale of more than 20,000 overseas monks? Especially these overseas cultivators are particularly neat and have a rainbow of morale. They cannot escape without looking at the wind.

More than 20,000 sword lights roared forward, and everyone was so excited that they forgot who their surname was. A dozen old monsters, including Wuya, flew in front, dancing and howling, where ghosts were screaming and howling, they were excited. If they could really eradicate the Central Plains Taoist Sect, they could broaden their doors and recruit disciples. At that time, they would be the ancestor level of the founder who started the sect.

For no reason, a golden light fell from the sky. Just ten miles before the overseas cultivators, a golden light descending from the sky that was unknown how long and how high it was, like a wall, blocked them. The golden light, like a liquid, swelled in the breeze, flew towards the army of more than 20,000 overseas cultivators. There was a faint smell of sandalwood in the air, and there was a sound of Sanskrit singing coming. A magnificent and solemn atmosphere enveloped a thousand miles of land.

The sky was originally bright at dusk, and was visible under the golden light. The faint sound of the Sanskrit singing became louder and louder, and the smell of sandalwood in the air made people faint. Circles of Buddha light flashed in front of them, and the cross-legged Buddha statue appeared in the Buddha light, dignified, solemn, and imposing.

Countless green lights shot out from the golden light, and each green light was wrapped in a small seed. In front of the ancestor Wuya and others, the seeds fell on the ground, sprouting, plucking branches, opening leaves, and blooming... A lot of gold bloomed from the ground, shooting out billions of lights. There were also the Bodhi treasure trees, swaying slightly in the wind, making a subtle, sound that penetrated the heart and spleen. The Bodhi leaves shook slightly, emitting a trace of golden light.

In the world, there is a fog of auspicious light, extremely solemn, as if it has reached the legendary Buddha realm of the Western Heaven.

Lu Lingzi roared angrily: "Who is here? Why are you playing such an illusion?" He made a mistake in his hands, and a red light roared away, and directly rushed towards a Bodhi tree in front of him.

With a 'boom', the Bodhi tree was blown to pieces, but it was not an illusion. It was clearly a real towering tree. All the overseas cultivators watched the tree be cut off in the waist, countless wood chips flew, and the unique golden sap of the Bodhi tree was blown to the sky, emitting a pure fragrance.

Lu Lingzi was stunned. This was not an illusion at all! Judging from the power of the true energy recoil, this was indeed a real Bodhi tree. With a rattle, the upper half of the Bodhi tree that was blown off by him fell down and smashed heavily into the countless golden lotus flowers on the ground. With a loud "boom", clear water waves splashed below, and a lot of golden lotus petals flew up, floating for a long time before slowly falling down.

Bi Ling'er rushed down with a green light, and reached out to pick a lotus pod. He screamed in surprise: "Dad, this is indeed true." He watched the lotus pod flash with a few purple lights. With the sound of "pa", a few golden lotus seeds fell into Bi Ling'er's hand, heavy, like copper beans.

Standing beside the ancestor Wuya, his hair was half black and half white, his face was divided into yin and yang, and his hands were also black and the other was white. The strange old man shouted violently: "Who is here? But he is fiddling with such an illusion in front of us. Do you think I am willing to bully me? I am the master of the Aurora Valley in Beihai. You can see you quickly, don't miss yourself." After saying that, a white light and a black gas had already emanated from his hands. Two thousand feet of light twisted in the air like a spirit snake, causing a burst of hurricane.

"Namo Amitabha!" With a deafening Buddha's name, a tall and rosy old nun stepped on a lotus and slowly floated out of the golden light. Looking at the huge wooden fish in her left hand and the heavy brass pestle in her right hand, who is not the old nun of Duchen? Several overseas monks who were driven away by her when she was chasing Zhang Sanfeng immediately exclaimed and told her identity in a low voice to Old Ancestor Wuya and others.

The ancestor Wuya floated forward, bowed carefully to Tuochen, and asked: "What's the point of doing when fellow Taoist is here?"

Baochen raised his eyelids, and two rays of light were emitted, then closed his glasses slightly. "Where you come from, go wherever you go, and go further, it's dead. The Emei Sword Sect is entangled with the emperor of the previous dynasty. It's fine if you use this excuse to wipe out it. Qingcheng, Diancang suffered a disaster, and we can tolerate it. However, all the fellow Taoists actually wanted to kill them and eradicate the entire Central Plains Taoist Sect. This is a way to die."

Tuochen's voice was very serious. She could hear it. A faint purple light flashed from the brass pestle, covering Tuochen's whole body, setting off the Buddha's light around her, and even more solemn. She recited the Buddha's name silently, and the strange rhythm unconsciously enveloped all overseas monks, pulling their minds to beat according to the rhythm of the Buddha's name.

Yiqi Zhenren suddenly woke up and roared to the sky: "Wow! Demon Ni, do you dare to use the magic technique to shake the gods? The pearl of rice grains also shines brightly? Look at the real person, I collected the magic weapon of the Aurora Magnet of the Little North Pole." He also had his hands together, and the black light and white energy immediately entangled together, bursting out billions of magnificent colors, like a rain of light, facing the dust as it was under the cover.

He took action, and the other old monsters also scolded each other and released their proud magic weapon at Tuochen. Suddenly, red clouds, green mist, and black shadows bombarded towards Tuochen. The magic weapons rubbed and collided with each other, and countless lightning and lightning fires were shot out, forcing overseas cultivators who were walking in nearby Taoist business a little later had to quickly retreat, for fear of being a disaster for fish.

Tuochen sighed, stepped on the lotus, and her body retreated sharply toward the back. Countless lotus flowers on the ground suddenly flew up, and golden light shone on the sky and the earth, woven into a huge net of light, covering the strange clouds and mist. The giant Bodhi trees made a rustling sound, and a faint silver light floated out on each leaf, like a fireflies, flying around the sky, and making a slight "buzzing" sound. Wherever these silver lights went, they brought a hint of coolness. Those magic weapons with huge momentum were immediately stopped by the inconspicuous silver light.

The sound of dust coming out of the golden light that was soaring and compassionate: "Pity, pitiful, I have done my best. If you don't leave, you will have no chance."

The ancestor Wuya screamed in anger, and his hands swung out, and countless large black light balls roared out. Suddenly, there was a sea of ​​fire in the radius of a hundred miles in front of him. There were pillars of fire blown out by his heavenly thunder everywhere, and rocks were flying. Where could those lotus flowers and Bodhi trees withstand his full strength? In an instant, they were blown to pieces. The dust seemed to have gone far away and did not use their power to drive these Dharma objects. Therefore, these flowers and trees had no resistance and were wiped out in an instant.

Yiqi Zhenren frowned and hung in the air, saying in a deep voice: "This old nun is so strange. Is she scaring us or what? I haven't heard of any important Taoist portal in this heartland of the Central Plains. They won't fight with us here, right?"

Dan Qingsheng frowned slightly, and after thinking for a while, he said: "It's not surprising that we seem to be a little too aggressive recently. If the leaders of the Central Plains Taoist Sect were not stupid enough, they should find a place to fight us. Otherwise, when our army presses on Kunlun Mountain, their face will not be good. Instead of being defeated by us, it is better for the coalition forces to fight to the death with us. This is also a matter of reason."

Master Huang Feng was silent for a while and suddenly asked: "Brothers of Taoism, that old nun just now, how did you find out about her Taoism? My "wind-splitting spear" slashed her head from behind, and she seemed to have no reaction. Her Vajra Meditation method seemed to have reached the realm of transformation... Buddhism is boundless and Taoism is subtle. If she really reaches the highest level, I am afraid that no one of us can deal with her yet!"

Overseas cultivators have been silent for a while. In this life, what they seek is to be able to ascend to the great way in this life; in the next life, what they seek is to be able to achieve the right result in the next life. In Buddhism, there are often those monsters who have accumulated magic power and cultivation for several lifetimes but are still staying in the world and refuse to go to the Western Paradise. If you really compare the profoundness of Taoism, I am afraid that the quasi-immortal ancestor Wuya, who forcibly stayed in the world and refused to ascend to the world, is not as good as those monks and nuns in Buddhism who have lived through the power of several lifetimes.

The ancestor Wuya also thought of this and couldn't help but look a little ugly. After a long time, he said a little unhappy: "It's just an old nun. Even if she has nurtured her cultivation for nine generations, she can't really have the magic power of Arhat Bodhisattva. So many of us are afraid that he will do anything? Next time she appears again, we will draw the sword at the same time and destroy her Vajra Indestructible body first, and see what she has to do."

After hearing the idea of ​​the ancestor Wuya, these overseas cultivators calmed down. Finally, all the cultivators could gather together and work together to come to the Central Plains to build their own country. If they retreated at this time, it would be a pity. What's the use of an old nun who was so powerful? She was just alone.

The army continued to move forward, and only Lu Lingzi asked the ancestor Wuya gently: "Brother Wuya, if Ni had ascended the fairy world back then, his strength would probably be more than a hundred times that of today. As a brother, I asked Ni, you used the great magic power to force your fairy body to stay in the world. Now, your Taoist magic still has several levels of that time? The world is long and the erosion of the immortal body is not something you, a quasi-immortal, can resist."

After the ancestor Wuya was silent for a long time, he flew forward for more than ten miles, then he looked around carefully and said carefully: "Forget it, this matter cannot be hidden from you. For Bi Ling'er, I forced myself to stay in the world. Although my strength is better than ordinary scattered immortals, over the past few hundred years, my half-immortal body is not an immortal body. My Taoist Dharma is probably 70% of the day of ascension... but 70% is enough!"

Lu Lingzi suddenly became silent. Among these old monsters, four or five of them were strong and reversal of the way of heaven. On the day of ascension, they rejected the attractions of the heaven with great magic power and left their bodies in the human world. According to the ancestor Wuya, these four or five of the most powerful figures seemed to be less powerful than other old monsters. If the Zhongyuan Taoist Sect found a few particularly powerful people, they would probably be their opponents if they fought alone.

The Central Plains Taoist Sect has a long history. Who can tell me what kind of old monsters are hidden in their portal? Maybe some people are too old, so their heads don’t know that there are such seniors. If such people suddenly appear now, something will be a big deal.

The army of wandering cultivators who were moving forward suddenly stopped again, because on a small mountain in front, a little boy riding a big black bull blocked their way. The one who was flying in front was the strongest was the level of the early stage of the Nascent Soul. The little boy's hand piccolo played a rural tune "Yiyayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayashita blocked Yunlu. Several wandering cultivators who had reacted slightly slowly had already hit their heads and had no idea how the boy restricted the space ahead.

The ancestor Wuya and his friends were almost angry. They were just an old nun and now they were a little boy. How many strange people were there to come out?

The lay Buddhist Tiankan, who had the worst temper, rushed out and pointed at the little boy more than ten feet below and shouted loudly: "Well, little kid, who are you? It's almost dark, why are you not going home to eat milk? What are you doing? Why are you blocking our cloud road?"

The little boy jumped off the bull's back with a smile, patted the big bull's head a few times, and looked up at Tiankan layman with a smile. "Dear colleagues overseas, for three years, it's a pity that you have taken care of me for those incompetent juniors. Haha, Zhang Sanfeng's calf's nose instigated them to fight with you, but he didn't expect to be so shameless that he was so shameless... Hey, this time I don't want to stand out, let's solve the little guy's affairs by myself. Unfortunately, a fellow practitioner Feijian sent a letter saying that you have arrived in Henan. Walk a little further, but even my mountain gate is located, it's not okay to fight."
Chapter completed!