The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 951

Yes, the pen with a hidden sense of immortality is the Guancheng pen of the four treasures of Maozhai town.

That obviously extraordinary inkstone is the dragon tail inkstone of the four treasures of Zhai in Maozhai town.

The middle-aged man who looks very ordinary is the latest sage Liu shisui of yimaozhai.

He is also a natural Taoist, a gifted disciple of the former qingshanzong two forgetting peaks, the book office of Xi wangsun, the senior level of Bu Laolin, the secular elder of Guocheng temple and the only successor of blood demon sect.

Of course, he also has the most important identity, that is, Jingjiu's boy.

"So you are Duobao scholar Liu, ten years old." The happy monk dusted off the soil on his body and said expressionless, "I see a lot of babies today."

Liu shisui has so many identities, but he just wants to talk about Duobao scholar, which shows that he is really embarrassed at this time - Duobao scholar sounds a little low-level, and even reminds people of adulterous thieves.

Liu shisui is still as calm and honest as hundreds of years ago, without being stimulated by words. He said, "yes, I am Liu shisui, and I have been to many places. I can do all the magic powers you can, but some of them you can't, and your magic weapons are not as much as me."

His tone is very plain, which is plain and straightforward. He doesn't have the feeling of showing off, but it forms a stronger mockery effect.

The happy monk was silent for a moment and popped a rosary with his finger.

The Rosary Bead came to the edge of the atmosphere and suddenly broke, emitting countless clear lights, flowing down like a waterfall, covering the whole Wushan city.

If you look from a distance, you can probably think of the picture of the ancient clock falling to the ground.

The rosary must be a magic weapon of Zen. Liu was still silent at the age of ten. He took out a small black flag and waved it to the sky.

The little black flag sent out endless cold. There were ghosts crying. It was a ghost flag.

The ghost's sobbing and the Buddha's singing in the clear light offset each other, and the streamers full of turbid Qi broke through the wind, so they wanted to roll the happy monk in.

The gloomy meaning in the ghost flag is extremely strong. I don't know how many ghosts were sacrificed and detained in it.

The joyful monk moved his fingertips, crushed a prayer bead and turned it into a Vajra pestle to block the ghost flag.

There was another huge roar of nothing new. He was shocked back to the rubble on the ground. His face was a little pale and his eyes were more indifferent.

"Ten thousand soul flags of blood demon sect!" He looked at Liu shisui, who came from the sky with lotus clouds, and said, "whether you are a descendant of the temple, a scholar in Zhai, or a disciple of Jingyang, you dare to arrest the soul and practice. It's more evil than what I have to do. How can you have the face to live in the right way?"

Liu shisui said, "it's no use refining this flag. I've only been soaking in the Styx river for 300 years."

His voice was still steady, and there was no emotion in his tone, but it still made people feel that it was a mockery.

I don't know how many soul fire remains in the Styx river. Without wisdom, it's not life. Even if it's just fragments, it's enough to make this ten thousand soul flag have great power. What's more terrible is that the foundation of this flag seems to be a higher-level magic weapon. In this way, the ten thousand soul flag of Akamatsu was not as good as this flag.

The ten thousand soul flag, like a curtain rolling up the sky, covers the sky and blocks out the sun. It rolls up the Vajra pestle. Only for a moment, there are light rust marks on its surface. Even the lower section based on black jade also has many blood like marks. It will pollute its essence and waste its treasure meaning.

The joyful monk took back the Vajra pestle and finally took out the most powerful magic weapon - nirvana.

The great Nirvana emits countless peaceful but solemn Buddha lights, killing all the black smoke that comes with the flag.

Who would have expected that Liu was ten years old and didn't care about the Yin Qi lost by the ten thousand soul flag. He continued to wave forward and hit it like this.

Does he want to use the ten thousand soul flag to display Castle Peak Kendo, or the ghost Kendo that moves south?

The happy monk thought like this, but he was not afraid at all, and directly used the great nirvana to go up.

The black smoke dissipated, and the black flag could not go any further. There were three thousand worlds and six reincarnations in that seemingly ordinary metal plate. How could it be made by ten thousand souls.

But at the next moment, there was a loud noise in the sky of Wushan city for the fourth time!

The voice was extremely loud but not straightforward.

It's not like thunder, it's more like a bell, and it's a broken bell.

Some abandoned farms and transportation facilities nearby were suddenly collapsed.

The wind is howling, the snow is getting worse, and the sand is rolling in disorder.

"It's not Castle Peak Kendo..."

The joyful monk wiped the golden blood from the corners of his lips with a slightly trembling right hand. He looked a little confused. If Liu was ten years old and used Qingshan Kendo to control the ten thousand ghost flags, he wouldn't care, because he also knew Qingshan Kendo, but the great power of heaven and earth from Nirvana at that moment was obviously not the same.

He looked at the great Nirvana with a slightly changed look - if everything is invincible with one sword, then the great nirvana, like the blue sky mirror, is the most powerful defensive magic weapon of the Chaotian continent. But at this time, a small pit appeared below the right side of the great nirvana - not very conspicuous, but a pit after all.

He looked up at Liu ten years old and said, "what's that?"

At the age of ten, Liu took back the ten thousand soul flag, stretched out his hand and took out a black square jade seal from it. He said, "it's the seal of the emperor of the underworld."

The happy monk looked at the seal of the emperor in his hand. For a moment, he didn't know how to speak. He sighed gently, with some self mockery.

In a general story, in his situation, it is necessary to ask "how many babies do you have", and then Liu may touch a bell and take out a yardstick at the age of ten... Why.

The rosary moved gently between his fingers, and the happy monk calmed down and said, "there is a world and everything in Nirvana. You can't break it after all."

Yes, even if Liu is ten years old and has ten thousand soul flags, dragon tail inkstones and Guancheng pens, he can't break the defense of nirvana.

As for the seal of the emperor of the underworld, it did smash a small hole in the great Nirvana and hurt the golden body of the joyful monk, but if you really want to smash the great Nirvana... I'm afraid that before the goal is achieved, the seal of the emperor of the underworld will collapse into a big corner. What kind of inlay will be used at that time? Can his grumpy little martial sister promise?

"I have another magic weapon. I want to try it." When Liu said this at the age of ten, he was not as calm and calm as before, and he felt a little unsure.

The joyful monk felt a little strange and thought, in that case, why do you use the Dharma treasure to make the last blow? But since it was the last blow, it must be the strongest blow. He stretched out his right hand and aimed at the sky. A light mirror was born between his fingers. Countless Buddhist truths flowed and turned slowly.

The great Nirvana also rotates slowly.

The breeze rose slowly.

It's like the wind passing through the Tallinn and Songhai of Guocheng temple.

With these words, he put away the ten thousand soul flags and the seal of the emperor of the underworld, sat cross legged in the air, closed his eyes, and began to breathe and calm down.

In such an array, you can imagine that the magic weapon that followed must have great prestige.

The hum rang through the suburbs of Wushan City, as if something was vibrating at high speed.

The breeze between heaven and earth suddenly disappeared.

The residual snow on the ground became very bright.

That's because a flying sword appeared between heaven and earth.

The flying sword is very thin, short, silver, smooth and bright.

The joyful monk looked slightly chilly and found that he was shocked by Liu's ten-year-old magic weapons and forgot the sword!

When he thought of it, the silver sword had come to him.

The clouds in the distance are stirring and breaking, and the residual snow on the ground is as bright as burning. The flying sword has hidden wings. With unimaginable sharp sword meaning and indescribable aura, it sticks on the surface of Nirvana, giving people a strong feeling that the sword is actually alive!

I could hear a faint sound in the blare of swords all over the sky - I come too!

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Many years ago, Lei Botian, the leader of Bihu peak, stole Lei soul wood and gave it to Taiping immortal in sword prison because Taiping immortal promised him two swords. Later, Lei Po Tian went crazy when he was put in sword prison. He just kept shouting at the bottom of the well: there is no one, what about the two?

One is the one of all things.

Two is no two.

This silver flying sword is the best sword.

Buer sword is one of the main swords of the nine peaks of the green mountain and the main sword of the two forgetting peaks, but it was taken away from the two forgetting peaks by Jingyang immortal many years ago.

It looks ordinary and small, but its level is very high. It is only under one sword of all things, slightly better than chuzi sword, and far better than other main swords, including Forsyth sword.

But the sword followed Jingyang immortal for countless years, and even flew up to the Dark Universe for a look, and then was thrown to Liu shisui.

For hundreds of years, Buer sword turned into a sword bracelet and honestly stayed on Liu's ten-year-old wrist. After he was stained with the fecal water of growing vegetables, the water along the jar of kimchi, and the smelly ink used to write, he occasionally vibrated and hummed several times. Except that Zhuo rusui showed his sharp edge once in the Qingshan sword array in xihaibu, he never really turned into a flying sword to fight.

Today, its sword light finally lights up the world. To start the first battle, we have to face figures such as joyful monk and magic weapon such as nirvana.

From this point of view, it is somewhat similar to Liu ADA's fate.

Liu's 10-year-old is not confident. In fact, he doesn't trust it. He is worried that he will turn and run away when he looks at such a formation and great nirvana.

After all, Jingjiu gave it a bad evaluation hundreds of years ago, and its performance has not been very good for hundreds of years.

Time has changed a lot after all.

Young adults, the sword spirit is gradually born.

The silver little flying sword was more confident than Liu when he was ten years old. Without any retreat, it stabbed the great nirvana.

The great nirvana is very strong, but the most powerful barrier is not itself, but the world in those small metal squares.

Only through those worlds can we touch the noumenon of nirvana.

Buer sword is the sharpest sword in Chaotian except Jingjiu's right hand, but can it pass through the barrier formed by all things in the world?

With the bright sword light, the residual snow on the ground suddenly rose, and the cliff stone turned to the happy monk with a relatively sharp side.