Cultivation Is Like This - v3 Chapter 784 Thirty-six heavens, preaching in dreams

  The golden body Buddha sits cross-legged in the void, his power is infinitely domineering, extremely prosperous and powerful, his face shows pain and infinite compassion.

  The World Honored One straddles the void, infinite and immeasurable. At this time, there is nothing else between the heaven and the earth, only he is the only one.

  「Om, ah, hum!」

  The sound of thunder vibrates the void, disturbing the earth, fire, water and wind. The golden Buddha nods his head and holds a flower, making a palm print in the distance.

  It seems that the Great God of Chaos woke up from the endless sleep, and wanted to open up the world. The projection of his strong will manifested a boundless Buddha kingdom in the void.

  buzz buzz——

   The void is turbulent, and at the edge, the earth, fire, water, and wind are tumbling endlessly.

  In the center of the projection of the will, bursts of bells and Zen sounds echo for thousands of miles, and the Buddha's light shines all over the world, omnipresent and omnipresent.

  Mountains and towers, temples and pagodas, countless Buddhas and Arhats emerge, with solemn treasures, chanting scriptures in unison and saying great ambitions, using infinite light to conceive the supreme power to reverse the cause and effect of the universe and purify all things in the world.

  Boom!

  A **** sun rose slowly, shattering the space and overturning the golden spirit mountain that was pressing on him.

  On the huge wheel mark, countless blood-clothed Buddhas roared mournfully, exuding a dense black light, eroding countless Buddha kingdoms, and driving away the precious light of glass.

  Eclipse Great Demon Buddha sits cross-legged in the center of the big sun, raising one hand and bursting out with a majestic power that can suppress everything.

  The heavens and the earth are boiling, the golden light vitality is fading in the howling, and the eternal dark light is sweeping like a world-ending frenzy, spreading out in a mighty way until it submerges the entire immeasurable Buddha kingdom.

  The golden light was gone, and the solemn Buddhas were torn apart by the black light, and their golden bodies were torn apart.

  Boom—

  Lingshan shattered, and the cracks spreading all around caused landslides and tsunamis

   One world is destroyed.

  Another side of the world is born.

  Light is infinite, and there are also infinite Buddha countries. In the moment of dependent origination and extinction, countless worlds are disillusioned or reborn.

  The golden Buddha and the demonic corpse travel infinitely, and every thought that arises is accompanied by destruction and rebirth.

  Master Zhengqing smiled lightly and nodded, clasping his hands together as if falling asleep. Correspondingly, Lu Bei closed his eyes and frowned, gradually exhausted.

   One didn't pay attention, and was dragged into the field he was best at by the bald donkey, and then suffered a dimensionality reduction blow.

  He stopped the loss in time, recalled Mo Xin Corpse to leave the kingdom of immeasurable Buddha, and punched Zhengqing straight in front of him.

  In the field he is good at, speed and strength are absolute, and it is also a blow to Zhengqing.

  Boom!

  The phantom was shattered, Zhengqing received a punch from the front, the golden body was shattered, and the golden light disintegrated from the whole body, followed by the dust, and another body gathered together.

   "Amitabha, Lord Lu has made a portrait."

   "So what, my suzerain just likes beautiful skins." Lu Bei snorted coldly, and blasted Zhengqing into pieces with a backhand blow.

  The next second, the spilled gold powder turned into a river of gold, and every dust raised up, a Zhengqing jumped out of it.

   Almost in the blink of an eye, thousands of Zhengqing jumped out, clasped their hands together and recited Buddhist scriptures, buzzing like flies, making Lu Bei extremely annoyed.

  Noise pollution is second to none, and the key is light pollution. His shiny brains, and his deep understanding of the great magical powers illuminated by Buddha's light, made him almost unable to keep his eyes open. …

   You dare to make a fool of yourself even if you have a small skill, break it for me! "

   Lu Bei let out a low cry, and the strange power came out through his body, and the violent shock wave swept away in all directions, spreading down and strangling Zhengqing one after another.

Infinite light spots turned into an eternal river, flowing end to end in every corner of the void. Under Lu Bei's scalp-numbing gaze, Zhengqing seemed to be a genetically modified super leek, growing savagely one after another. Terrible amount of units.

  All appearances are false.

   Lu Bei squinted his eyes slightly. He knew that these Zhengqings were all fake, they were just hallucinations, but he couldn't find the broken buttocks, and he couldn't see where Zhengqing's real body was.

  Knowing it is false, the divine sense is still crazily warning, surrounded by endless

  All Zhengqing are true, and none of them can be neglected.

   As expected of Gu Zongchen's teacher, he really has some skills. Han Miaojun was slapped in half by the old monk, instead of being slapped to death, the old monk was merciful.

   Lu Bei let out a mouthful of turbid air, and the beating golden light in his eyes faded, replaced by a vast nebula.

"Master's Dharma is brilliant, my suzerain is a Daoist, and the Dharma is far inferior to your eloquence and debate. This monster cultivator's supernatural powers are barely getting started. Please appreciate it." He raised his right fist, and the gap between the five fingers was flowing with stars and sand, Each grain of dust weighs several jun, which means a star.

  Zhengqing has hundreds of millions of bodies, so what, he has billions of stars, and he is afraid of anyone who counts them.

  「Array!」

"rise!"

  The sea of ​​stars surged with waves and waves, and the ocean of thousands of miles of starlight vibrated and collapsed in the void. Broken cracks permeated the air, blasting holes in the mirror surface on the back of the void.

  At Xuanlong and Xiongchu, a group of monks raised their heads in amazement, seeing the vast ocean of stars flowing in their eyes, every drop of water has bright starlight, and every bit of starlight is filled with terrifying energy that will destroy the world.

   Thousands of Zhengqings rise and fall in the ocean of stars, when the tide hits, dozens of hundreds of physical bodies are destroyed, and then ten times and a hundred times more new ones are born.

  What is a generation with great supernatural powers? This is called a generation with great supernatural powers.

   Space cracks disperse starlight like water, imprinting on everyone's bodies and faces, and radiating one after another mesmerizing faces.

  Amidst the ebb and flow of the tide, the two great supernatural powers fought each other with infinite charm. It is a great opportunity for ordinary people to see it at a glance. Today, as long as you can see enough, you can say that opportunities are everywhere.

  Boom!

   After all, there are more stars and seas, tens of billions of Zhengqing's physical bodies are disillusioned, unable to support more.

  Thirty-six golden relics spread out the magnificent world in thirty-six directions. Thirty-six golden Buddhas bowed their heads and held flowers, across the space of the sea of ​​stars, and took a palm print far away from the endless.

  Thirty-six heavens, the supreme supernatural power of Buddhism.

   "Dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, monks play tricks, your Dharma can't support the thirty-six worlds!" Lu Bei screamed strangely, fake, everything is fake.

  It is true that he did not see through the illusory background and insight, but he understood a truth.

   Zhengqing’s ability is not as good as Jiang Suxin, and even less than Gu Zongchen. Even Gu Zongchen, a natural born Buddha, cannot support a real Buddhist world. How can Zhengqing support thirty-six?

   Just because he is the best vegetarian, can he burn thirty-six relics?

   Pull it down, Gu Zongchen still has thirty-six Mahayana magic weapons! …

  The Demon Heart Corpse stepped out of the sea of ​​stars, his body was infinitely tall, and he had an immeasurable appearance of inheriting the sky and grounding.

  The stars gathered together, and the golden light armor condensed on the body, dazzling and dazzling like a **** descending into the world.

   Lu Bei Yuanshen threw himself into it, two **** of golden flames danced on the visor, pushed his hands away, and the yin and yang two-color swimming fish rotated to clear up and down.

  「The Wheel of Life and Death!」

  This blow condenses the power of Tao, Buddha, and demon, holding yin and embracing yang, magic heart relic, and star formation, each of which is its own great supernatural power.

  Boom one by one

  The void exploded, the huge black and white swimming fish stretched infinitely, the illusory thirty-six heavens shattered in response, and the aftermath spread, overflowing along the cracks in the space, erasing the heights of the sky and the breadth of the earth, and gathering the collapsed space to heal again.

  The monks who were intoxicated were shocked. They never expected that they avoided the battle far away and had never stepped into the void battlefield to watch, but they were still affected by this battle.

  In a trance, blind in both eyes, unable to see any color, deaf in both ears, unable to hear any sound, even if he holds his breath and concentrates to calm down, the divine sense is also curled up inside the body and cannot be probed out to perceive the outside world.

  The terrifying torrent of energy swallowed down, strangling the world was still not satisfied, and rumbled towards the group of monks who were in a state of distraction.

   At the critical moment, the only remaining Mahayana monks from the two sides made a move.

  Zhao Yixian and Shen Ruohai teamed up. The former held the demon-slaying sword and summoned the indestructible martial spirit of the ancestors of the Zhao family. He strongly protected the monks in Xuanlong, and moved them to hit the turbulent flow and throw them back into the void.

  The latter holds up the life phase

  The handed magic weapon, the Four Seas Bottle, stepped out in one step, stood in front, swept away the impact and turbulence, and protected the weak monks behind from suffering.

   Click!

  The body of the bottle was cracked, Shen Ruohai's face changed suddenly, and he barely managed to survive the last second, barely maintaining the face of a Mahayana monk.

   It can be seen that Zhao Yixian and Shen Ruohai are not a little bit worse than Lu Bei and Zhengqing. They are both Mahayana monks, and some people can only watch with all their strength.

  ‘How, you are not injured? "

  Zhao Yan also asked vigilantly. Xuanlong was short of money, and there were not many monks in the Mahayana period, so he had to save some money. He was very unlucky to ask for trouble and was seriously injured by Lu Bei.

  Zhao Yixian shook his head slightly, it is not a big problem just to protect his own monks, but if

  The high-intensity fight between Lu Bei and Zhengqing lasted for a long time, and he could only run away.

  「How about it, is the injury okay?」

  Gu Yuanping supported Shen Ruohai, seeing the cracks on the Four Seas bottle, his eyes shrank. Only two months later, the cultivation of the Heavenly Sword Sect Master ushered in another surge.

  According to Xiongchu's analysis, Lu Beitong practiced Taoism, demons, Buddhas, and demons. He focused on four things, practiced one and mastered the other. There was no bottleneck at all.

Any one of Taoism, Buddha, and demon can crush the monks in the same realm against the enemy. Demon cultivators have the most powerful supernatural powers. It is easier to overcome the strong with the weak than to eat and drink. I can comment on my Buddha's mercy.

Today, Lu Bei didn't bring out the strongest magical powers, and he easily fought with Zhengqing. It's only been two months, and if he is given another year, wouldn't it be true that any of the Tao, Buddha, and demon sects would be the best? Can we overwhelm Gu Zongchen and my Buddha's mercy?

  Wu Zhou is not good enough for him, how wonderful it would be for such a person to be born in Xiongchu! …

  Shen Ruohai shook his head lightly, because the situation was unclear, he decided to retreat five hundred miles first: Otherwise, if she does it again, she might be fine, and everyone else has to be accounted for here.

  Gu Yuanping agreed, saying that he would not let Shen Ruohai go in vain. Apart from the loss of Sihaiping, Xiongchu had another gift of thanks.

  That's it: the Xiongchu side retreated all the way, and the monks came back to their senses, dejected, without the morale they had before.

  If this battle is fought, there is no possibility for Xiongchu to win.

  Boom! !

   In the void, two golden and black figures interlaced, fists and palms collided, and the golden Buddha slowly collapsed.

Lu Bei walked through the air, turned into a golden light and arrived in front of Zhengqing, clasping the door of his face with one hand, and clenched the monk's robe with the other. With the blessing of Xinghai, he drew a yin and yang swimming fish, and severely injured Zhengqing's primordial spirit and physical body.

  The old monk stumbled, bleeding from his mouth, nose, ears and eyes, and put his hands together on his chest: "Sect Master Lu has great supernatural powers, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the poor monk to be good today."

  「Why, do you really want to die?」

   Lu Bei frowned: "What about your vainness, why don't you continue?"

   "There is no falsehood, the poor monk is just waking up from a dream.

  Zhengqing didn't hide anything, and openly revealed the Buddhist supernatural power he practiced——enlightenment in a dream.

  The previous thirty-six heavens and hundreds of millions of flesh bodies were all dream representations. Others were in dreams, and the dreams were projected into the present world, which was false and real.

  There is a saying in chicken soup, it’s not that you can’t do it, but you can’t think of it.

   Shaking your head in reality, it’s useless to think about it, you just can’t.

   Zhengqing nodded and smiled lightly, there was everything in the dream.

  Lu Bei was dumbfounded when he heard that, as expected of a bald head, he could always come up with some new tricks for him, even dreaming so well.

   Fortunately, this dream is not incomprehensible. If you apply more force, you can wake it up with a single bag.

  He frowned: "Answer the suzerain's words, do you really want to die?"

  「Amitabha, if I don’t go to hell, whoever goes to hell.」

Zhengqing looked at it openly, and seemed to be somewhat relieved: "Xiongchu and Xuanlong have come to where they are today. It is a general trend and a helplessness. There must be a cause and an effect. There must always be one party who is wrong, and someone must stand up and give back. An explanation, Feng Shangyin and Shen Ruohai do not have the qualifications, and the poor monk barely has enough weight."

   you old

  The monk is quite patriotic!

  Lu Bei frowned, understood, Zhengqing, like King Yuanji and others, was not optimistic about the war between Xiongchu and Xuanlong, but the practice forces in Xiongchu didn't think so.

  Want to wake up these people and let Xiongchu honestly accumulate his background, he needs a big man with enough weight to die on the front line.

  Zhengqing thinks he is the most suitable, and if he can die to stop fighting, he will be considered a worthy death.

But….

   "The master devotes all his heart to the Buddha, and has long since ignored the affairs of the world. He is as heartless as you. Why do you care so much about Xiongchu?"

   Lu Bei frowned, and slowly said: "It's Qinglong, she asked you to come, right?"

  Seeing that Zhengqing was silent, he continued: "Perhaps Yuanji King has already told you that the suzerain is Xinyuehu, and who is the master?"

   "The white rabbit in the house."

  「.”

It really is.

  Lu Bei curled his lips, you monks are actually greedy for secret realms, and even killed people for money. The six roots that you promised are pure, but the four that you promised are empty?

   If you can't do it, don't talk too much, learn from the suzerain, and swear that you will never share the sky with gambling and drugs, and you don't even mention the word Huang. …

  What is keeping your word.jpg

  The puzzle was solved. No wonder Han Miaojun was forced to be a good person by Guan Xuantian Temple on his evil side, but he was free to come and go and became a tomb guard. It turned out that Xuantian Temple had a leading brother as an undercover agent.

Probably seeing the contempt in Lu Bei's eyes, Zheng Qing smiled casually: "The poor monk has a good apprentice, whose aptitude and understanding are rare in the world, only slightly inferior to Lu Sect Master, and his disposition is the same. He is not as cruel as Lu Sect Master. , and will not do one thing to the face and another behind the back, in order to protect him, the poor monk has to make a choice between willingness and willingness."

   "What do you mean, the little bald head is not the opponent of Emperor Ji?" Lu Bei frowned, with unprecedented dignity.

   "The hero of Emperor Ji's generation can guarantee the prosperity of humanity, and the poor monk is not referring to him."

  Zhengqing looked at the sky and murmured: "The general situation is irreversible, but this general situation is far from my Buddha's compassion. The poor monk can't find a correct solution, and the Buddha's heart is at a loss.

   "The sea of ​​bitterness has no limit, and there is no shore to turn around. There is nothing to do, nothing to do."

   "Small, what is the general trend?" Lu Bei asked in a deep voice.

   "Since Sect Master Lu doesn't know, it's better if he doesn't know. Like my disciple, the poor monk has to be willing to

   has a trade-off, and is willing to protect Lu Zongzhu. "Zhengqing shook his head slightly.

   "Then you want to die!" Lu Bei grabbed Zhengqing's collar, raised his fist and bared his teeth.

"Right on my mind."

  Zhengqing did everything he could do, he had no regrets in his heart, faced life and death calmly, and even recited a rebirth mantra to himself.

  「.”

  The corners of Lu Bei's eyes twitched. The old monk was the master of the young monk. If he died at his hands, the young monk would definitely not let it go.

   "Benefactor Lu, please raise your hand to complete the old monk quickly."

  Boom!

  Begging to be beaten hard, Lu Bei threw Zhengqing over with a punch, and the golden body was smashed with sword intent, and then he clasped his dark and matte head and walked out of the void.

  [You defeated Zhengqing and gained 2.5 billion experience. After judging the opponent’s level, the difference is greater than 20 levels, and you will be rewarded with 2.5 billion experience]

   "You also want to frame this Suzerain, so go ahead and dream!"

   Lu Bei snorted coldly, it wasn't him who was bragging, he had practiced for two and a half years, he had touched more **** than Zhengqing had seen, and he never tried to lie to him.

   It's his son's son, and one of them is indispensable, just wait for Xuantian Temple to go bankrupt!

   "Speaking of which, little monk..."

  「Lion camel city...」

   "Wonderful, Xuan is missing a high-level thug!"

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