Nightfall

Right account Wang Ting received the decree of Buddhism, and dispatched reinforcements as soon as possible-able to go to the legendary Buddhism. For the prairie barbarians who believe in Buddhism, it is a great honor and an indispensable opportunity What is the wind and snow and the long journey? Just as the test of the Buddha.

The monks and soldiers leading the way are extremely grim, unlike the nobles of Wang Ting who rejoiced. They are more sober, and the Xuankong Temple, which has always stood high above, actually asked the world for help. Difficulties have come to a time of real danger.

The bottom of the wasteland sky pit is as dark and gloomy as in the past countless years, but there are many bonfires in the wilderness now. The fire spreads a yellow, warm light, illuminating the world like the underworld a lot, and also for the night The poor people in here pointed out the direction and attracted more and more companions.

Jun Mo stood in front of a meadow away from the fire and looked at the giant peak hundreds of miles away, with no expression on his face. Compared with those days, he was much thinner, his handsome cheeks were darker, his empty sleeves were swaying in the wind, and his stubble was as hard as a sword.

In the first three years and the next three years, he lived here for a long time and fought for a long time. The constant fighting of more than eight words is not enough to describe all he has experienced.

But no one knows how tired he is, because no one has ever seen any negative emotions such as fatigue or frustration in his calm face.

The Prajna Giant Peak is still so magnificent and dangerous, among the dense woods, those yellow temples are still as solemn and solemn as those in the past. The bells at dawn and dusk are still so distant every day, and Xuankong Temple is still standing high, as if nothing has changed.

The flame of anger burned from the edge of the underground field to the peak, and the angry insurgents were killed here countless times, and then beaten back, as if they would never succeed. But in fact, many things have changed, and they can never go back to the year. For example, the majestic palace destroyed by Sang Sang has not been rebuilt, and the Buddha chessboard thrown into the underground magma hot river by her is destined not to be seen again.

Many people have died. And people keep dying. Whether it is the monks of the Xuankong Temple, the nobles of the tribe and their armed loyal to them, or the angry serf uprisings with wooden sticks, all of them are dying-those bells are death knells. Where is far away?

Jun Mo looked at Ban Ruofeng. Looking at the dangerous cliffs between the peaks. Looking at the body left by the Buddha, he was silent and determined. He didn't know when he would lead people to the top of Prajna Peak. Burn those yellow temples to ashes, but he thought, keep going, or there will be a day.

The empty sleeve was blown around by the wind, occasionally lifted and then screwed in one place, Jun Mo looked sideways, ready to untie, but an arrow shot in the fog in front of him, he opened with an iron sword in his backhand, Frowning slightly, a former female slave stepped forward to untie him.

This uprising has been going on for many years. Wildfire has already burned the whole wilderness. Junmo knows that the Xuankong Temple will no longer care about the mystery of the Buddhist kingdom and the lofty beliefs of the country. Wheel or right account Wang Ting.

The situation he faces will become very difficult, and may even never be able to lead the slaves out of the ground to find a real home.

But what about that? He has done it and continues to do it.

The warrior ... or may not be victorious, but it must be Hongyi.

He lowered his head wearily, not wanting to be seen by those around him.

He is the second brother of the Academy. They have been far away from the Central Plains in these years, fighting silently in the ground unknown to people, and gradually forgotten by the world. He used to be the most ceremonial and most ceremonial, but now he is wearing a shabby monk's clothing and stepping on tattered leather boots.

But those who are qualified to know what he is doing, dare to treat him with a slight despise, even if he is cut by Liu Bai, there is no possibility of breaking through the five realms, even if he is far from the Central Plains, his every move can still affect The whole world has always affected the continental margin.

——Xuankong Temple is now being burned by the uprising army's wildfire, where can we still participate in the war on earth? Where can Lunuo and Youting Wangting still pose a threat to Tang? Daomen and Buddhism can no longer work together to deal with the academy as they did back then. The situation in the world has been quietly quiet, and many changes have occurred. It is only Junmo who caused these changes.

With only one left hand and one iron sword, he resisted a third of the enemy for Tang. Thinking about it this way, what he did was really remarkable, great for the underground humans who had been enslaved to Buddhism for countless years, and great for the Tang Dynasty.

It is difficult to find words to describe what Junmo has done over the years, to describe his great achievements and great achievements, if it does not care about the meaning of the words, or the word grand is most suitable.

Junmo is not flattering. He is unsmiling and serious. He likes to use a stick to educate the academy. He does n’t know how to behave even if he likes it, so he ’s not like a big brother, or like Chen Pipi.

Junmo likes to reason with his enemies. In fact, there is no reason for those reasons, so those enemies will have headaches whenever they think of him.

But Junmo is magnificent.

Jun Mo has blue sea and blue sky in his eyes, and has a strong chest in his arms. He disdains to know how high the sky is and how thick the ground is.

Because of its grandeur, Junmo does not think that he is fighting alone. This is probably the place where people like Longqing can never reach him.

He has subordinates and followers, from dozens to hundreds to thousands, and now to the mountains and mountains, he insists that those people are companions and fellow travelers.

Thousands of soldiers who were camping silently behind Junmo, followed him at the earliest, and are the core strength of the insurgents. In these years of battle, the slaves who once only knew barley and sheep were gradually becoming stronger and only holding hands. The hand that used to be a farm tool is now so stable when holding a weapon.

Their will is extremely determined, no matter what kind of unexpected situation they encounter on the battlefield, they can remain calm, and they will not despair or even surrender because of a temporary failure.

They are very similar to Jun Mo, or the spirit is very similar to Jun Mo. They all have strong chests and noble feelings.

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In the battle in the cold winter, tens of thousands of insurgents led by Junmo successfully broke through the noble armed defenses and came to the foot of Ban Ruofeng, just as they often did in the past years-there is no nominal army. And rejoicing, because past history has already proven that it is difficult for them to persist here for too long. It is too close to thousands of temples in Prajna Peak, and the monks in Xuankong Temple can provide timely support in the face of the raid of the powerful Buddhism. The insurgents have not had a better response until now. Junmo has only one person after all.

But they did not hesitate to sacrifice a lot of people and made a strong breakthrough here. Even tomorrow they may have to take the initiative to withdraw, because this is Junmo's request. He wanted to prove the tenacity of the rebels to Xuankong Temple. Still want to pass victory. Reinvigorate the rebels with low morale?

Only Junmo knew the reason himself, and even he could not confirm whether his idea was correct. Can it be echoed with thousands of miles away?

At the bottom of the Prajna Peak, after the tens of thousands of nobles armed with armor, there are thousands of monks and soldiers hanging in the hanging temples, there are Luohan strongmen in the discipline school, and above the stone steps of the mountain road, there is a true strongman with a firm expression: Seven thoughts of walking Buddhism.

"You cannot go up the mountain and force your attack. What is the point of Tu Zeng's death and injury? God has the virtue of a good life, and my Buddha is compassionate. Retreat."

Qi Nian's voice was like a bell, floating on the dark underground field, and tens of thousands of rebels listened to his words and responded differently.

Jun Mo looked at him blankly and said, "I've been on this mountain."

He carried the iron sword upside down in his left hand and looked at the scar on Qi Nian's face. This sentence was to expose the other person's scar and to say that the other person was sad.

At that time, Sang Sang and Ning lacked the trapped Buddha chessboard. In order to rescue the young masters, Junmo single sword broke into the mountain, killed several lines of defense, and finally killed the mountain cliff. There is a story of chess board opening.

During that process, he and Qi Nian really shook it once. He took it for granted, and Qi Nian paid the price for several teeth and serious injuries.

"Even if you can go up the mountain, what then?"

Qi Nian said quietly, without any sense of humiliation. "The teacher sits between the cliffs, what can you do?"

Yes, even if you break into Prajna Peak? Junmo once went into the mountain, but could not stay, then it was not a victory, meaningless.

"I'm not much, I just don't like to hear from you bald donkeys saying that my Buddha is compassionate and has good qualities in heaven, that is abominable and will make me angry."

Jun Mo said: "So after I go up the mountain, I will spit on your master's face to see how he will react, whether it is to wait for the mountain wind to dry itself, or to pick up the tin stick to fight me, but he walks too slowly, It ’s really hard to kill me, so you just have to watch. ”

"In order to satisfy your prestige and let so many people die ... I thought this was not in the interest of the academy, nor was it the teachings of the Master."

Qi Nian looked at the serf uprisings in tattered animal skin clothes behind him, with mercy on his face, and said, "Why can't you reconcile?"

If Ning Que was present, he would definitely laugh and laugh, and then raised his **** at Qi Nian, but Jun Mo did n’t laugh, nor did he have a middle finger, because he was a man of special etiquette, and because he did n’t know that the **** was What does it mean, he just looked at Qi Nian quietly, like looking at an idiot.

Qi Nian raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "What the **** do you want to do?"

Jun Mo did not tell him what he wanted to do, but sat down directly on the cold meadow, took out a few small stones, and threw them out.

The little stones rolled and rolled, and finally came to a halt.

People looked at this picture and thought it was divination? Are those small stones really as useful as tortoiseshell bones? So what are the signs now?

Junmo is not fortune-telling.

After breaking his arm, he darkened his black hair for several nights, and then he was cut off by him. He began to study the Buddhist scriptures, and the state gradually deepened. He was called a guru in this field, but this does not mean that he is really Believing in Buddha has become a monk-he still holds the concept of the academy, does not speak strangely and confuses the gods, does not look outside, does not think about life and death, does not send destiny to hexagram images.

He is calculating, taking a lot of pieces of information as a number, and is constantly calculating. This process is very complicated and requires a strong arithmetic ability. However, as we all know, his ability in this area is undoubted.

Small stones were scattered among the yellow grass. Jun Mo looked at these grass and stones in silence. Thinking about many things, Ye Su died, proving that the subject does not care about the prospects of Daomen, that he does not care about the foundation of Haotian ’s faith, that he does not care about Haotian becoming weak, why?

His eyes turned away from the grass and stone, and fell on the dark sky, and then thought of a possibility, there is her there, there is her here. Here is in the world. Recently, if the faith is weakened, it is natural that she is the first to become weak. Of course, first of all, it is necessary to prove that there are indeed two of her.

Junmo could not prove it. It can only be roughly simulated by the actions of the subject. Because that way can best explain why the subjective subject does this.

Hasn't Sang Sang returned to the kingdom of God? Still on earth?

Jun Mo frowned. Whether the subject is the leader of the kingdom of God, she wants to kill Sang Sang, or she wants to kill Sang Sang by herself, he can't accept it.

Or because the opponent wants to do the most. He must not be allowed to do it, but it may be just because she is in the world ... is Sang Sang?

Jun Mo believes that Ning Que should also be counted, or know of this possibility, then he will definitely leave Chang'an City to find her trail.

He has no doubts about this, because he knows Ning Que and Sang Sang very well. He knows that for Ning Que, Sang Sang is more important than anything, even the whole world.

What will Ning Que do before leaving Chang'an City? Yuan Shisanjian left Chang'an City, and he would lose the magic power of killing thousands of miles. He will surely want to try it. Where will the Iron Arrow shoot? It will not be the Xiling Temple, sheltered by the Taoshan Qingguang Formation, neither the master nor the brother can enter, nor can the Iron Arrow. It will not be the king of the golden account, nor the country of Yan or Donghuang, but here.

Yes, Ning Que was aiming at Xuankong Temple at this time.

Junmo thinks this way-Ning Que left Chang'an and wanted him to go back earlier. Although he was not narcissistic, he calmly knew his strength.

In other words, such a choice is the most cost-effective.

Ning Que is a must-have person. If he wants to consume one or even several iron arrows, he must reap the greatest benefits.

Thinking about this time, Jun Mo looked up at a cliff-top extremely high.

The first lecture is there.

A few years ago, the first lecture was smashed by the master and his brother in turn, and then was shocked by Sang Sang. He was injured and has been repairing.

But when he sat in the cliff, this giant peak seemed to never fall, and the arms of the monks and tribes and nobles in the Yellow Temple would never lose faith.

Junmo decides what to do.

From throwing the stone into the grass, he was silent for a long time. Both the enemy and the rebels gradually became surprised.

Junmo pulls the sword. The so-called pull is actually just raising the iron sword. The square and straight iron sword points to the dark sky, much like a torch.

Behind him, the most loyal and brave thousands of slaves rioted because this was not a signal of attack, which made them very confused and uneasy.

No matter how confused or disturbed, the military commanders in the field before the peak slowly retreated, like the tide.

Thousands of slaves were in charge of the battle, and finally retreated, looking at the Junmo standing on the meadow. Although he was still puzzled, he was not worried.

Jun Mo has never claimed that he is a liberator, a leader, a benevolent **** or a human Buddha, but in the hearts of these slaves, he is the savior of great compassion, the real Buddha who wants to lead himself into the world of bliss .

Buddha, naturally nothing will happen.

Qi Nian's palms lay across his chest, rosary beads swayed in the wind, and the solemn appearance of the image was looming in the dim light, which was unparalleled.

"what are you going to do?"

He looked at Jun Mo, faintly uneasy.

Tens of thousands of slaves are receding like the tide, and the black pressure is swept across the world, annihilating stones and rivers, devouring everything they encounter, the picture is very magnificent.

Jun Mo did not reply, holding the iron sword and walking forward to tens of thousands of enemies. Although he was alone, the picture was more magnificent.

The iron sword cut through the cold wind and everyone's breath stopped for an instant.

Junmo is going to climb the mountain again.

At that time, he was holding an iron sword and standing in front of the Qingxia, tens of thousands of Tieqi could not go further. Today he wants to break into the mountains, can these tens of thousands of people stop it?

The strong men of Buddhism in Qinian and Xuankong Temple Disciplinary Schools may join hands to overcome his iron sword, but how can the Prajna Peak be so big?

As long as he does not hesitate to pay, he can always break into the mountain, but Qi Nian is very puzzled. What's the point of doing this? Why did Junmo do this?

Last break. Because he wanted to save the younger brother, this is also the case. He wanted the younger brother to leave Changan at ease and do his thing.

It makes sense, and there is a reason, this thing can be done, you can take it for granted.

In the gloomy world, the iron sword rose from the wind, and the sound of fighting rang loudly. Numerous broken limbs with broken arms. Start flying, countless blood began to spill.

There are endless chants of Buddhist scriptures, the distant bells of Gaosi Temple are melodious, and the Buddhism has a strong atmosphere. Countless strongmen arrived. But he could not devour that sword light.

Junmo began to break into the mountains.

It's three days and three nights.

After three days and three nights, it was midnight. Jun Mo finally came to the extremely high cliff of Ban Ruo Feng, and in the early morning, he finally came to the once pear tree.

There were corpses of monks everywhere on the mountain path over the vines. The blood kept flowing like a stream, and his body was completely red with blood.

There are no pear trees on this cliff surface, only a lot of vines, the dilapidated temple has long been turned into ruins, and there is only a white pagoda covered with gray.

There are no people sitting in front of the White Pagoda, and there is an old monk with an ordinary appearance, that is a Buddha on earth.

Jun Mo walked to the old monk. At the previous moment, Qi Nian was patted down the mountain stream with his iron sword. He could not reach him at once, and no one could stop him.

In fact, the monks in Xuankong Temple did not think of actually stopping him, because even if he succeeded in climbing the mountain and came to Yaping, what could he do?

He is the second elder brother of the academy, but in the face of the first lecture of Buddhism, which has already reached the state of Vajrayana, does he still want to win?

The first lecturer opened his eyes and looked at him and said, "I haven't seen you in a few years, and Mr. Er, like yesterday, is just as haunted as the wind and dust."

The smile in the first lecture is very gentle, and the eyes are quiet.

Jun Mo looked at the gap near the cliff and said after a moment of silence: "You can't burn this evil Buddhist country in one day, you can't sleep in one day, and the natural things are haggard."

There was a pear tree there, but he later cut the cliff with an iron sword. The pear tree was taken thousands of miles away and should be planted in the mountain behind the college.

The green leaves of the pear tree are now unknown.

Jun Mo suddenly missed it.

It's time to hurry up.

The first lecturer looked at him and said calmly, "That arrow will not shoot me."

The most powerful means, or the most effective method of killing, in the academy is not a secret for the top cultivators.

Many years ago, at the Baita Temple of the Lunar Kingdom, I took the first iron arrow from Ning Que's lecture. More precisely, he didn't connect because he didn't avoid it.

The iron arrow with Changan City as the source is naturally many times stronger than the iron arrow of the year, but the first one is still not afraid, because he is not bad.

In the face of Yuan Thirteen Arrows as well, the expression in the first one is much calmer than that of the butcher. One is because of different views on life and death, and the other is because he has experienced it.

Looking at the bloody, pale-faced Junmo, the first eyebrow fluttered in the wind, not proud, but indifferent to the inferior.

"There has never been a magic weapon in the world that can suppress all things. The chessboard left by the Buddha can't, the bell can't. How can the iron arrow created by the mortal of the academy be able to?"

The first smiled and asked: "I really don't understand, those iron arrows can shoot many people, why do you have to choose to shoot me?"

"You and the watcher, the drunkard and the butcher, these four people can't be shot with iron arrows, and the rest of the people who can be shot with iron arrows can be killed. Why waste it?"

Jun Mo said that this was his real thought, which seemed a little helpless, but in fact, behind the words, the absolute confidence of him and the academy was hidden.

"But you still can't shoot me?" The first said.

"You paid such a big price, forcing the mountain again, just to stab me with a sword, so that Ning Que can shoot arrows. Now I know that those iron arrows are meaningless to me, do you think you will not sleep for three days and three nights Endless blood fighting ... so much so that you have no sleep and blood fighting all these years, it doesn't make sense at all? "

The first one looked at him, showing mercy.

Jun Mo's hand holding the iron sword was tight.

The wrath of the underground Buddha country burning through the wilderness seems to rise up, and one day he can burn the entire hanging temple to ashes, but only he knows that if there is no way to defeat the old monk between the peaks, then this battle still It will continue indefinitely.

Or is it really meaningless?

But it's really interesting.

"You ask why we shoot you ... The reason is very simple, because you are too slow, it is a pity not to shoot like this every day.

Junmo took a step forward. When he came to the White Pagoda, the rain from the previous night dripped from the eaves of the tower, running down the cracks of the cliff to his feet.

The blood drips from him, falls in the puddle, splashes water droplets, and meets the morning light outside the tiankeng. It can be seen clearly. The blood filaments circulate in the water droplets, turning the light into countless looks. Entangled in one place.

Suddenly. The countless rays of light in that drop of water suddenly spread out, whether it was twisted or soft, and shattered into the finest powder, so the water was bright.

The reason for this. It is because the iron sword shattered everything on the cliff. Also chopped the puddle and the leaping drops of water. It seemed that even the light was shattered.

With a loud noise, the iron sword rose against the wind and broke out. He came to the front of the first seat of the Scripture within the instant that his eyes could not blink.

The first chest and abdomen of the iron sword stabbed with a muffled noise, like a heavy object hitting the stone drum, or a stone hitting the bronze bell, buzzing and echoing.

In short, this is definitely not the sound of the iron body hitting the human body, because the first lecture has already been built into a Buddha body, the Vajra is not bad, and it is extraordinary!

Junmo's iron sword once cut through countless mountain cliffs and autumn winds, even the big river in the south, was cut off by him, but today it is impossible to enter the first body!

Looking at the solemn and calm expression of the first lecture, Jun Mo's expression was indifferent, not shocked, but his sword-like eyebrows were raised.

There was a clear whistle, spreading from the cliff to the Ban Ruofeng, the shaking forest fluttered birds, the waterfall was chaotic against the wind, and the fallen leaves danced.

Junmo Qingxiao, Xiuwei poured into the iron sword ... pick!

He raised his eyebrows and then his sword!

The iron sword is slightly trapped in the first chest, and then provoked upward!

For decades, Tiejian, like Junmo, would rather not bend, but at this time a slight bend occurred because of the extreme weight.

Junmo wanted to use the iron sword to provoke the first seat. To be precise, he wanted to separate the first seat from the ground, because his strength came from the earth.

Unbearable immobility is like the earth-this is the first horrible realm description of Xuankong Temple, and it is also an explanation of the source of power.

What Junmo wants to do is to let him leave the ground. Even if he can't break his diamond and not damage the dharma body, he must weaken the other party's magical powers to the greatest extent.

The first lecture is the strongest of the Buddhism, the Buddha walking in the world, his level of cultivation can be imagined, since the connection with the earth is his trust, then naturally it will not be easily cut off Kind of connection.

The connection between things and the ground is gravity, and gravity is weight. The closer the connection, the stronger the gravity, and the heavier the things.

The connection between the first lecture and the earth is unparalleled in the world, then from another perspective, he is the heaviest person in the world.

The older brother once said that the first lecture and the butcher are the slowest people in the world. The reason is that those two are very heavy.

To cut off the connection between the first seat and the earth, it is equivalent to bearing such a heavy load, or even to provoke the ground, who can do it?

The iron sword made a bitter voice in the cold wind, and the slightly curved blade shook continually, as if it would break in the next moment.

Jun Mo's expression was still indifferent. Under the sword brow raised slightly, there was no emotion in the cold star-like eyes, only determination and determination.

Qing Xiao once again rang through Yaping, and then spread all over the peaks and peaks, attracting the monks of Xuankong Temple who were approaching so horrified and fearful.

In the sound of Qing Xiao, Jun Mo took another step forward, and the Iron Sword pressed against the chest of the first seat, and pushed him back a foot!

The first seat is still sitting on the ground, and the connection with the earth has not been cut, but he was pushed by the iron sword, which is enough to show some possibility!

Yes, the body of the first seat is connected with the earth as if it can't be cut, but in fact some years ago he was asked to leave the ground.

At that time, the first hand was placed on the Buddha's chessboard. It was Jun Mo's iron sword, which lifted the chessboard for a moment, and thus also lifted the first body away from the cliff face.

It was at that moment that Li slowly drifted away, took the first one and left Yaping, began to cross between the sky and the ground, and then hit.

Today Li is slowly away, but Tie Jian is there.

Suddenly, he heard the first seemingly thin body, and touched the broken white pagoda. There was a human trace on the tower.

The sound of Qingxiao resurrected, it was the third sound.

No more than three things.

Jun Mo Tie Jian no longer continued to bend, and suddenly straightened, like a stone monkey that had been crushed by a giant stone for thousands of years, and finally broke the **** of the world.

The Iron Sword is free.

Return straight from bending. The released power fell on the body of the first lecture, and the thin body finally left the ground!

At this moment, the first was finally no longer able to sit like the earth.

He is still not bad, calm and immobile.

But even if the mountain is magnificent, how can it be compared with the earth?

When did Junmo's iron sword bow to Qingshan?

The Iron Sword is back, and the first one is one foot off the ground.

The surface of the white pagoda was shattered and shattered, and gravel was blasted around. His two white eyebrows fluttered in the cold wind. Occasionally, the dead leaves fall, and when they touch the white eyebrows, they break into powder.

He quietly looked at Jun Mo, suddenly closed his eyes and began to chant the sutra-he felt the danger. Because of this iron sword on the chest. Because of the iron arrow in the distance.

In the sky in front of the Prajna Peak. Suddenly a very sad howling sounded. Compared with the three clear howlings of Junmo before, this sound of howling was countless times louder. It is also terrifying many times, without any emotions, indifferently cold. Or it is because the thing that emits this roar is cold steel itself, unlike humans that have emotions, its purpose is to kill people.

The pear tree on the cliff is now planted in the academy. There are many plants like vines and linden trees on the cliff side. At this time, whether it is fine leaves or broad leaves, I am listening to the sad cry. After that, they began to break away from the branches and fell to the ground-the endless trees fell.

It was a cold winter at this time, and it was not the autumn wind but the arrow.

The semi-ruined old temple behind Yaping collapsed into a mess of rubble and countless beams of wood, exposing the hole between the cliffs behind.

An iron arrow appeared on the left chest of the first seat of the lecture.

The iron arrow was dark and straight, like a perfect straight line, without a trace of deviation. I do n’t know what material it was made of, which gave people a feeling of soul-eating, and the runes carved with infinitely complicated brush strokes on it were even more Let this feeling be magnified many times.

Iron Arrow appeared in this way, there was no reason, somehow, no one can explain the truth, no one can describe its magic. The previous moment, it was still thousands of miles away, and the next moment, it appeared between the Ban Ruofeng, which had nothing to do with the bleak horror.

This iron arrow didn't seem to have flown over thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, nor did it go through the mezzanine of heaven and earth like a distance, but it was more like staying in the left chest of the first lecture for many years, but some people thought Because of it, a horrible figure appeared.

The first looked down at the iron arrow in his chest.

The iron arrow failed to shoot into his flesh and blood, and the sharp arrow cluster seemed to stand still, but he knew that the iron arrow would start moving the next moment.

The Iron Arrow began to move, walking inwardly and intently.

After a while, tens of thousands of tremors fell on the thin body of the first lecture, and sharp arrow clusters kept falling into it.

If someone looks carefully, you can even see the front of the arrow cluster, there are many iron filings, which are constantly falling!

The first body of King Kong is not bad, it is really powerful and unimaginable, even the Yuan Thirteen Arrows that the academy collectively planted with secret alloys are worn into this look!

At this moment, the bleak roar rang again!

The second iron arrow appeared again without warning on the right chest of the first lecture!

The iron arrow carried the force beyond thousands of miles, and it came!

One iron arrow is a Changan city, and two iron arrows are two Changan cities!

The first one is disconnected from the earth, no matter how the King Kong is not bad, I will bomb you with two Changan cities, how can you bear it!

His face became very pale, his body trembling constantly in the air picked up by Junmo Tiejian, and his thin hands lifted flowers in the wind.

The wind is the cold wind on Yaping, and the arrow wind from Chang'an, the first finger is turning back. Before the thumb touches, it is blown away by the arrow wind, and the meaning of holding flowers no longer exists.

Then he wanted to say the Buddha's words, the arrow wind screamed into it, but he couldn't make a sound. Even if there was a word out, it was blown into a vague word, what use?

The two Chang'an cities were attached to two iron arrows, crushing any resistance wildly, and fell on the first thin body without deviation.

With a bang, the first body was wedged into the white pagoda, and the old white pagoda was disintegrated and broken into two pieces in the middle!

Under the power of the Iron Arrow, the first body continued to swipe backwards, over the ruined ruined temple, and directly into the deep cliff cave, Junmo remained still, and the Iron Sword continued to pick up.

Rumbling. There was a lot of smoke and dust, and there were countless vibrations in the cliff cave. After a long time, the vibrations and sounds became slightly smaller.

No one knows, where the first iron shot by the two iron arrows into the Ban Ruofeng, smoke filled the room, the cliff kept shaking, as if it would collapse.

Between the Prajna Peak, countless Xuankong Temple monks are coming towards Yaping, and they listen to the poignant Xiaoming on the mountain road. Watching the soaring dust at Yaping. I didn't understand what was going on, but I felt extremely uneasy and panicked. Immediately afterwards, they heard a second whistle. At this time, I still don't know if it was an iron arrow from Chang'an City thousands of miles away. Because no arrows can be seen ... the monks can only see a void of nothingness hidden in the sky of smoke.

The Prajna Peak is extremely huge. It was the remnant of the Buddha left after Nirvana. The first cliff retreat was the left hand of the Buddha. For countless years in the past, the Buddha has always spread his hands, holding a flower between his fingers, that is the pear tree. A few years ago, when the pear tree was dug away by the academy, there were no more flowers in the fingers of the Buddha, and naturally there was no sense of holding flowers. The palm spread out towards the sky dome, vaguely facing the chest, is the piece covered Cliffs of vines and linden trees.

When the monks finally arrived on the cliff, they saw an unbearable picture. The lush vines were so bleak and broken everywhere. In the ruins of the white pagoda and the old temple, they were lifeless like dead snakes. And those linden trees can't find the slightest traces, probably mixed into the gravel and turned into powder.

The cracks on the cliff are extremely deep, as if to penetrate through the mountain until the mountain stream, and the deep hole in the mountain wall makes people feel a sense of extreme fear. No one knows how deep or deep the hole is. To the heart of the Buddha's body, is it already past, with the first seat in it?

In the very deep of Prajna Peak, more than ten miles away from the surface of the cliff, there is still a thunderous sound, countless gravels are flying around, and the wall of the hitting hole is full of puffy muffle.

The impact of the gravel and the stone wall makes a dull sound, because this cave is just a moment before the body of the first body hits. The outermost layer on the wall of the cave is very hot by friction, Even faintly red, and it will soon become a flowing magma, so it is somewhat soft.

In the deepest part of the cliff cave, except for the faint red light on the cave wall, there is no light, but the two people here are not ordinary people, they can see clearly.

The smoke gradually gathered, and the thunder gradually stopped.

Jun Mo held the iron sword's hand, a little trembling, countless blood was flowing from his wound, fell on the hot ground, and made a sneering noise.

The first one was still picked up by him with an iron sword in the air, the cassock had been rubbed into pieces, and the tin rod didn't know where to go. The thin and old body was covered with dust and looked extremely pitiful.

Two iron arrows pierced the left and right chests of the first seat. Sharp arrow clusters should have penetrated the cliff behind the first seat, leaving half of the shaft outside, and the tail of the arrow flicked.

Since the cultivation of King Kong is not bad, this is probably the first time that the first sutra was injured by a weapon in the world. If the monks of Xuankong Temple see this picture, it will be speechless.

But the first one did not bleed. Even though Ning Que was running through two iron arrows from a distance, he still did not bleed. There was no blood on his pale face and no blood on his chest.

On the body that was broken by the iron arrow, the wound was obvious, but no flesh and bone could be seen from the wound. It felt like gold and jade, as if it were not a mortal.

The first one looked at Jun Mo and said with difficulty: "I said, you can't shoot me."

Jun Mo didn't speak, mobilized the whole body to cultivate his behavior, waved the iron sword, and hit the two iron arrows with no expression on his face!

The bang rang continuously in the depths of the lonely cliff.

I don't know how long it has passed ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The sound finally stopped.

Jun Mo propped up his tired body with an iron sword. After adjusting his breath for a while, he straightened himself up again, looked at the cliff, and nodded in satisfaction.

The hard iron arrow was actually bent by him with an iron sword, and the iron arrow became an iron shackle, passing through the first thin body, making it difficult for him to escape.

The first foot can't touch the ground, the back can't touch the cliff, the only connection with this world is the two bent iron arrows.

His connection with the earth was completely cut off.

Junmo was naturally satisfied, and then answered the previous sentence of the first one.

"You ca n’t shoot you, but you can be nailed to death."

When speaking, he looked calm but full of enthusiasm. The brothers and sisters defeated the Buddha on earth and trapped them in the mountains. How could they not have the meaning of grandeur.

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... (to be continued ...)