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- Chapter 195 Simulation of Ten Thousand Swords Technique!
"So that's it! The Dharma has access to all spirits, and I only seek to be at ease with one true self. It is as fast as the wind, as slow as the forest, as aggressive as fire, and as motionless as a mountain. This is my [Dharma]!"
Hua Wuye murmured to himself, stretched out a palm, and exerted the sticky mana, like flowing cinnabar, quickly blending outside the body, becoming a mana avatar with fluttering red hair and an unclear face.
Once the external body that reaches the true state is condensed, it can be separated from the body at will. With the original source, it can display all the magical powers cultivated. With tacit cooperation, it is not as simple as one plus one equals two.
Fighting is the next best thing. This incarnation can almost be used as a physical existence, refining elixirs and weapons, practicing in the world of mortals, and sharing insights with the clones of the main body, getting twice the result with half the effort.
"A breakthrough before the battle?" Wei Meng waved his hand and said to his two companions: "Weijue, Weiyuan, you two work together to take him down, and leave the other one to me."
Among the three, his soul power is the strongest, so even when practicing the Lingxi Arhat Formation, he is still the dominant one in the fusion consciousness. When encountering such emergencies, the other two people would subconsciously obey the orders without even the slightest intention of resisting.
Weijue and Weiyuan looked at each other, flew back and forth, and rushed toward Hua Wuye.
Although the projection of the Buddha was destroyed, they are also figures who have been immersed in the third level of Qi Tempering for a long time. If the two of them join forces, how can they not be able to defeat a new junior?
The strong wind howled, blowing up the red cassock on Wei Meng's body, revealing the shiny and plump muscles underneath, and he stepped out. Then he came to Chen Shaobai.
His appearance is very strange, and there are some physical signs that are completely different from humans - there is not a single hair on the surface of the body, and there are fine light golden whorls on the skin, which is not as tough as flesh and blood.
Chen Shaobai knew that this was the monk from Xuankong Mountain who smeared butter on the body surface with chanting butter and practiced day and night to completely absorb the elixir. Such signs will appear only after years and months of accumulation.
For Tantric monks, such threads are like the invisible medals of the original swordsman realm. Represents a certain degree of physical training achievement.
Wei Meng's eyes were gentle and majestic, and he was righteous, and his lips moved. Then heavenly flowers and earth lotuses appeared, the fragrance was lingering, and he had the temperament of an enlightened monk: "Qiu Wanfa has become a demon. For the sake of the people in the world, we must capture him. However, the demon is too powerful. People must voluntarily donate to pray for the coming of the Buddha." , Donor, are you willing to sacrifice yourself?"
Sacrifice the small self to fulfill the greater self. Are you willing now?
As soon as these words came out, Chen Shaobai felt dizzy, a trace of sanctity appeared on his face, and he was about to nod his head to die, but the next moment. His dark eyes were covered with a layer of flickering light. After a moment of flashing in his head, he barely regained his consciousness.
"Bingxin Jue!"
A cool feeling rose in his heart and lingered around him. Chen Shaobai suddenly raised his hand, and the five stars combined to form a purple giant sword. Cut into pieces the enveloping Buddha's light.
As an eminent monk of the Xuankong Mountain Tantric Sect, Wei Meng had a gentle and kind expression on his face, but Chen Shaobai now looked more ferocious than the cruel and violent underground demon.
The ability to make people voluntarily die by just talking is not a big deal. After all, many demon sects have similar secret methods to confuse people. But the real trend is to hide the sword in the smile, talk sweetly, and use the name of righteousness to make people willing to follow it. of terror.
"I have practiced the Zen Soul Training Art, and my mental power is even stronger than some monks in the formation realm. How could you not be affected?" The unexpected changes made Wei Meng feel a little flustered, but he was still upright. Every sentence is asking questions, every word is heartbreaking.
Chen Shaobai has always believed that real villains are cuter than hypocrites. What he hates the most is this kind of guy who puts himself on the moral high ground. After he regained consciousness, he didn't say a word, just crossed his hands and showed the starting posture of sword control.
?? Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, wood, stone, gold, iron, precious jade, spiritual swords of different shapes, colors and textures were suspended around him, densely packed, with as many as a hundred handles!
Suddenly, the sword energy soared into the sky, and the clouds broke through the bullfight. The extreme sharpness of the sword made people's scalp numb.
"These swords are obviously not set magic weapons, and you haven't cultivated a true spirit clone, so how can you control them at the same time!"
Wei Meng¡¯s pupils shrank into a dangerous needle shape, and he suddenly remembered a piece of news that had been circulated recently.
The Picture of Thousand Swords, the true biography of Qingxuan Sect.
Could it be that the young man in front of me is the lucky one who got the Thousand Swords Picture in the legend?
"Great monk, you are lucky to be the first person to witness this move."
?? Chen Shaobai¡¯s right hands pointed together to form a sword, crossed his left arm, and the skySketch the past like a blank line.
"Imagine, Ten Thousand Sword Jue!"
As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of flying swords were quickly rehearsed in formation like well-trained elite soldiers, like a school of fish at the bottom of the sea, tearing apart the vacuum and sealing off the entire sky.
From the sky, the sky was penetrated into hundreds of holes, and the energy around his body was locked by the murderous thoughts he had never encountered before. Wei Meng's solemn and noble demeanor finally dissipated. He shouted angrily, and a Zen staff appeared in his hand. Dance wildly to the sky.
It is indeed considered an unparalleled flurry, rather than the regular but methodical Arhat Stick Technique, because considering the density of immortal swords he has to face, any structured routine is useless, and the best way to deal with it is to fight hard and block.
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Red sparks spattered on the Zen staff. The more Wei Meng resisted, the more frightened she felt.
If someone said that before the Formation Refining Realm, someone could control hundreds of flying swords at the same time with perfect coordination, Wei Meng would not believe it. After all, people's spiritual thoughts are limited. Even those Qing monks who specialize in cultivating the spiritual soul in Zen Buddhism can at most It can only use a mental power that is a small level higher than its own. No matter how strong it is, the human body will not be able to bear the load and will wither and collapse.
Except for a few monks in the Alchemy Sect who use their own formations to communicate with spiritual swords, it is almost impossible to control hundreds of flying swords to Chen Shaobai's level.
However, Wei Meng saw this seemingly impossible thing in someone who was at a lower level than him.
A hundred meters apart, a poisonous scorpion-like dark green flying sword penetrated the attack gap. Finally succeeded in cutting through his left arm.
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A stream of fishy-smelling light green sparks spread out.
Wei Meng originally didn't care about this level of attack. This green flying sword was only a mid-grade magic weapon. Even if he resisted with his body, he wouldn't suffer any damage. But just when he was tired of dealing with those who were more serious When wielding the sharp sword, a dark line spread down his left arm. Gradually it wraps around the chest.
"The corrosive power of the Triangular Scorpion!"
Wei Meng's mouth gradually turned bitter. She originally thought that Chen Shaobai, a junior who had just entered the psychic realm, could be captured by him at will. But now it seems that this is not a small shrimp? He is obviously a shocking evildoer!
He has no doubt at all that with this secret method of wielding a hundred swords against the enemy at the same time. Chen Shaobai could even fight the three of them with just one person.
"If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place!" Chen Shaobai knew every piece of Wei Meng's message through the attacking flying sword, and clearly felt the regret on the opponent's face. Not only did the movements of his hands not stop, but Getting up faster and faster.
"Disease!"
From low-grade magical weapons to top-grade spiritual weapons, a hundred flying swords flew through the air, shuttled freely, and did not affect each other. On the contrary, they became mutual aids and took advantage of each other's strength to attack each other.
Chen Shaobai didn¡¯t feel any distress at all, except for a small number of high-quality swords. Most of what he controls now is the trophies he collected while slaying demons. His output is insufficient but he has enough support. Death in battle is considered the best fate.
What is the underground demon best at?
Poison! Sha! blame!
Although low-level flying swords cannot break through Weimeng's body defense, they will continue to add layers of negative status to him.
Wei Meng¡¯s body surface turns green first and then red. It became pitch black again, and his whole body turned green. All kinds of weakness, corrosion, exhaustion, annihilation, and slowness all appeared on his body. The originally gorgeous red cassock was now worse than a beggar's rags. , turned into silk strips, hanging on his body.
If Wei Meng could get rid of these torn pieces of cloth, he would look more like an Arhat and not be as miserable as he is now. But he didn't even think about freeing his hands. He could only bear the impact of Chen Shaobai's body with a shy face, trying not to be hit.
Among the hundred flying swords in the sky, the vast majority are magical weapon-level beings. With Weimeng's body-refining level, if you don't take into account those entangled negative states, he doesn't even need to dodge at all, but this dense There was something hidden in the fairy sword that made his scalp numb.
The Five Stars and the Silver Moon Sword are like cunning ferocious beasts, hiding in the herd of beasts without being drawn, and may release the most fatal blow at any time and at any time.
"The pear blossoms are crushed by heavy rain, and a hundred swords gather together to transform into a true dragon."
??The silver dragon looked up to the sky and roared. Hundreds of flying swords were densely spread on it like dragon scales, forming a sky-reaching sword dragon. The momentum was merged together, suppressed and restrained, carrying a powerful force.Crush it down.
"Bitter!"
There was a bitter smile on Wei Meng's face. Although the two exchanged many moves and fought for nearly a thousand rounds, it really only lasted three or two breaths. Weijue and Weiyuan had just entangled themselves. After the breakthrough, Hua Wuye couldn't spare any effort to support him.
Faced with such a terrifying existence that looked like a fourth-level Qi-quenching natal formation, he could only face the enemy alone.
"Om mani padme hum! Hanging Tantra, secret seal chalcedony body!"
Forcibly operating his magic power to suppress the negative aura around him, a crystal jade color appeared on Wei Meng's face and body. He suddenly clenched the phoenix-headed Zen staff in his hand, touched the ground with both feet, stepped on the left foot with the right foot, and made a cloud-stepping gesture. Want to dominate the sky and find a way out.
"Still want to stand up? Get off here!"
Chen Shaobai let out a clear whistle, pulled out the remaining mana from his body, and pressed the void with one hand.
The sword dragon condensed its energy and gathered its thoughts, absorbing all the spiritual energy within a ten-mile radius, and carried the power of the abyss through it.
The phoenix-headed Zen staff collided with the Hundred Swords Dragon. It barely resisted for a breath, and then it couldn't resist. It quickly bent, and then turned into bronze flowers and butterflies all over the sky, fluttering lightly in the wind.
A trace of blood slid across the sky, and Monk Weimeng was crushed dozens of feet deep into the ground by the Stegosaurus. He did not know whether he was alive or dead.
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ps2: Huh, I got up at four o'clock in the morning to climb Wudang Mountain. I walked the whole way back and forth. I saw the sunrise at the Golden Summit. Although it was very tiring, the clouds and mist there and the wind and smoke were moving. It was very spiritual and worth it. I'm finally back now, luckily I can make it in time for today's chapter - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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