Chapter 507: I have three swords that can defeat Yang Shen!
"So it was you that night!"
The murderous intent in Huichan's eyes became even stronger. The first thing he thought of was the Buddha Mother who was locked in his junior brother's room. Li Daoxuan's visit to the White Horse Temple this time was probably not just to save his disciples.
His real purpose is to prevent the birth of Buddha!
As soon as he thought of this, Huichan knew that he must not let Li Daoxuan leave the White Horse Temple alive today.
roar!
With the blessing of his magic power, the nine fire dragons became more powerful. The flames on their bodies suddenly surged several times, even brighter than the sun in the sky.
Li Daoxuan raised his sword and pointed at the air, saying, "Sword One, Chi Xiao."
clang!
A red sword light flew out from the box, and the clanging sword sound echoed in the sky above the White Horse Temple for a long time, like the first spring thunder between heaven and earth, shocking and powerful.
The Chixiao Sword split the raging flames and pierced into the mouth of a fire dragon with the force of thunder. The sharp sword energy penetrated the dragon's body and finally rushed out from the tail. The sword energy did not weaken at all, but became brighter instead.
The fire dragon let out a mournful cry, then broke into pieces, turning into falling sparks and then into pieces of shattered Buddhist beads.
Low-grade spiritual treasure, the Scarlet Sky Sword!
After absorbing a large amount of Wuzhiqi's essence and blood, it has been reborn, transforming from a top-grade magic weapon into a lower-grade spiritual treasure, a qualitative leap.
The characteristics of the Chixiao Sword can be summed up in two words: fast and sharp. After the upgrade, these two characteristics have been greatly improved. The speed and sharpness have reached an almost terrifying level, which is why it is so easy to kill a fire dragon with one sword.
The stars become swords, and the thunderstorms become dragon shuttles!
The speed of the Chixiao Sword is so fast that even the cultivators in the Yinshen Realm find it difficult to see its trajectory clearly. Even if they use their Dharma Eyes, they can only barely see a blurry sword shadow.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three more sword lights flashed as fast as lightning, and the red light penetrated the sky and the earth, clearing all directions, and chopped the three fire dragons into pieces. As a low-grade spiritual treasure, the Nine Dragon Buddha Fire Pearl was at an absolute disadvantage in the confrontation with the Scarlet Sky Sword.
roar!
Huichan was worthy of being the mighty Yangshen who had dominated Luoyang for decades. He had seen that the Chixiao Sword was too sharp, so he did not resist it head-on. Instead, he controlled the remaining five fire dragons to avoid the sharp edge and bit towards Li Daoxuan desperately.
They are determined to burn their boats and kill the generals to seize the flag.
Faced with such a strong and fierce fighting style, Li Daoxuan was not in a hurry. He pointed his sword again and said, "Sword two, White Dragon."
There was a clanging sound of sword!
A flawless white sword light shot up into the sky, like a white dragon carved out of ice.
The temperature around them dropped rapidly. The soldiers, who had just had sweat on their foreheads, were now shivering. Although the sun was shining brightly above their heads, they felt as if they were in an icy cave.
Facing the five fierce fire dragons, the White Dragon Sword split into countless sword threads as thin as cicada wings, which pierced deeply into the bodies of the five fire dragons, remaining unmoved despite the raging flames.
It was like a huge spider web, and the five fire dragons were flying insects caught in the web. No matter how they struggled and roared, they could not break free from the restraints of the White Dragon Sword.
The cold air is surging and endless.
In just a few breaths, the five fire dragons disappeared into smoke and turned into five frosty Buddhist beads.
Faced with the unparalleled sharpness of the Scarlet Sky and White Dragon swords, the Nine Dragon Buddha Fire Pearl collapsed and its vitality was severely damaged. Even if it did not become scrap, it would probably fall to the level of a spiritual treasure.
"OK!"
"The national master is mighty!"
"The higher the virtue, the higher the evil!"
The eyes of the bad guys who were watching were filled with excitement. The laymen watched the excitement while the experts watched the details. As people who practiced cultivation, they could truly see how powerful the national teacher was.
The Nine-Dragon Buddha Fire Bead was the natal magic weapon of the previous generation abbot of the White Horse Temple. Huichan had cultivated it with his own magic power for many years, and it was incredibly powerful. It was a treasure of Buddhism.
Any one of the nine fire dragons could easily annihilate all those bad guys, but they couldn't stop the two swords of the national teacher!
They were extremely excited and looked at Li Daoxuan with undisguised admiration.
After so many years, they, the Bad People, have finally waited for a leader who is unparalleled in the world, a brilliant and extraordinary figure!
"Boss, this is great. In the past, we petitioned the White Horse Temple but all our petitions were ignored. The court was afraid of Hui Chan. But now that we have the Imperial Master, we are not afraid of anyone anymore!"
"Yes, Huichan used to rely on his profound cultivation and treated the imperial court as nothing. People who didn't know would think Luoyang was his!"
"Haha, the Nine Dragon Buddha Fire Bead has been destroyed. This is really satisfying. The National Master is worthy of being the person I respect the most. He has just entered the Yang God Realm and he can beat Hui Chan like this..."
Hearing their praises for her master , Changle felt as happy as honey. She said proudly, "My master is a contemporary swordsman. He has more than two swords in his box!"
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Li Daoxuan looked at the Chixiao and Bailong swords and nodded slightly, feeling very satisfied with their power.
Both swords were successfully promoted to lower-grade spiritual treasures. The Crimson Sky Sword had its speed and sharpness enhanced, while the White Dragon Sword had the ability to freeze. Anything cut by it would be frozen into an ice sculpture.
With these two swords, he will be able to travel the world in the future and will probably take away Senior Xu's title of Sword Immortal...
"Om Mani Padme Hum!"
Although Huichan felt sad that the Buddhist beads were wasted, he was not afraid. He used his unique skill, the six-character mantra of Buddhism.
The sound of Sanskrit resounded through the nine heavens, and infinite Buddha light bloomed, as if the sun in the sky had fallen into the White Horse Temple, making it difficult to look directly at it, as if it were a god.
In the dazzling Buddha's light, Huichan clasped his hands together, and even a colorful halo appeared behind his head, as if he was an Arhat Buddha walking out of the mural, with profound Zen meaning and Buddha's light shining everywhere.
The Six-Syllable Mantra, also known as the Six-Syllable Great Bright Mantra or the Six-Syllable Precept, originates from Sanskrit and is the language of ancient Buddhas. It is said that by reciting this mantra, one can obtain endless blessings from all Buddhas.
Huichan has been practicing the Six-Syllable Mantra since he was a child. After immersing himself in it for sixty years, he has already reached the realm of perfection. Now when he recites this mantra, it feels as if an arhat has possessed him or a bodhisattva has descended to the world. His magical powers have instantly increased several times!
Boom!
A palm print condensed by Buddha's light fell from the sky, and a golden swastika was flowing in the palm, as if the Buddha had lowered his hand and came to the world to subdue demons.
Such terrifying power instantly made the bad guys' faces change drastically, and even the soldiers with strict military discipline were shocked. Looking at the Buddha's hand that was as big as a mountain, they doubted whether this was really a power that mortals could possess?
Li Daoxuan also looked a bit solemn.
This Hui Chan has some skills and can be considered a leader in the Yang Shen realm. This makes him feel the pressure. It is true that a great reputation is worthy of its reputation.
Of course, this also made Li Daoxuan's heart boil with fighting spirit.
Since entering the Yang Shen realm, he has not had a good fight. The enemies he encountered were either vulnerable or perverted like his senior sister, which made him completely hopeless.
Huichan is a very good opponent, an opponent who can make him give his all and test his limits.
Li Daoxuan stretched out his hand, and a heavy sword as black as ink flew out of the Longyin sword box and landed in his palm.
The sword is unsharpened, but it is as thick as an abyss and as steady as a mountain. It does not rot over the years, does not rust in wind and rain, is unharmed by thunder, and remains unmoved in fire.
A mid-grade spiritual treasure, the Juque Sword!
The most powerful sword in the world!
Li Daoxuan raised the Juque Sword, and it seemed to be heavier. Even as the lord of the sword, he felt his wrist sink and the ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch.
With one thrust of the sword, the ground cracked and the mountains collapsed.
The phantom of huge waves appeared between heaven and earth, the sound of waves continued, and the shadows of the Five Mountains appeared vaguely on the sea, like fairy mountains in the fog or a mirage.
After absorbing a large amount of Wuzhiqi's essence and blood, the Juque Sword was successfully upgraded. In the past, when it was drawn, the shadows of the Five Mountains would follow, but now there are also thousands of miles of ocean waves, crashing against the shore, sweeping across the world.
Crash!
Amid the roaring sound of the waves, the Juque Sword shattered the huge Buddha's hand, and then, with unstoppable force, it transformed into a huge heavy sword that could hold up the sky and shake the earth, and slashed towards Huichan, who was looking shocked.
Huichan's hands almost turned golden as he grabbed towards the Juque sword.
This is the golden body of Buddhism, which is said to be indestructible and as hard as a rock. However, he has only cultivated his hands. If it can cover all parts of the body, he will be able to survive the thunder tribulation and achieve the status of Arhat.
clang!!!
With a loud bang, like a golden bell piercing the ears, an invisible air wave spread out in all directions, and even the soldiers in heavy armor almost fell down, with people and horses falling all over.
In the sunlight, countless people saw a shocking scene.
Huichan's figure flew backwards like a cannonball, first smashing the wall of the main hall, and then smashing the second, third, and fourth walls.
He didn't stop until he reached the ninth wall.
Crash!
The temple collapsed, the beams and pillars broke, and rubble and debris were scattered everywhere. The White Horse Temple was filled with dust and was in a mess.
“Abbot!!!”
The monks of the White Horse Temple were filled with grief and indignation. In their eyes, the abbot who was invincible in the world had actually been defeated?
Isn't Li Daoxuan in the early stage of Yang Shen? How could he defeat the abbot?
The abbot is their last hope and the greatest confidence of the White Horse Temple. If even the abbot is defeated, it will undoubtedly be a huge mental blow to them.
Li Daoxuan made a sword gesture with his hands, and three sword lights of red, white and black intertwined and flew back into the Longyin sword box.
He let out a long breath.
In that sword strike just now, in addition to the Fantian Seal, Plague Bell, Embroidery Needle and other trump cards, he almost used his strongest means at present, Unfair Sword Intention, Golden Box Sword Cultivation Technique, Mysterious Dark True Water...
With many magical powers, plus the middle-grade spiritual treasure Juque Sword, which consumed nearly 30% of his magic power, he finally defeated Huichan.
This meant that, in the Yang God realm, he did have the capital to look down upon his peers. Looking around the world, perhaps only a top Yang God like the old man who had lived for over a hundred years could surpass him.
Of course, Li Daoxuan is only in the early stage of Yang Shen now. He still has a lot of room for improvement before he can overcome the tribulation and become an immortal.
Just as he was thinking, a figure suddenly jumped out of the ruins, with his robes hanging like a strip of cloth, revealing his bronze and muscular muscles.
"It's the abbot!"
"Great, the abbot has not been defeated yet!"
Hope rekindled in the eyes of the monks of White Horse Temple.
"Amitabha!"
Huichan clasped his hands together, but the sword scars on his palms that were so deep that the bones could be seen made him frown slightly, revealing a hint of pain.
He looked at Li Daoxuan, and the contempt he had before was gone, replaced by a deep solemnity and fear.
"I originally thought that you became famous by chance thanks to the Four Saints Formation, but now it seems that you are indeed a rare genius that only appears once in a thousand years. I have practiced hard for ninety years, but I am still no match for you, who is still young. I am ashamed!"
Huichan was also a proud and arrogant person. He had been known as a genius since childhood and was the top figure in Buddhism. However, when facing Li Daoxuan, he actually felt a sense of frustration.
Perhaps this is how his senior and junior brothers felt when they faced him back then.
Huichan knew that he had been defeated, indisputably defeated, because the Six-Syllable Mantra was the most powerful magical power he possessed.
"Although you have a stubborn temper, you are quite honest."
Li Daoxuan said lightly.
Huichan shook his head and said, "I am not as good as you, but you killed my fellow apprentice, insulted my Buddhist sect, and coveted the Buddha. I cannot sit idly by. Even if I won unfairly, I will kill you."
Li Daoxuan raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Is it the Demon Suppression Tower?"
There is a precious treasure in the White Horse Temple, called the Demon-Suppressing Tower, which can only be handled by the abbots of all generations. That precious treasure is in Huichan's hands. Perhaps this is his confidence?
Huichan shook his head, and tore off the tattered robes on his upper body, revealing his strong body.
Although he is in his octogenarian years, his pectoral muscles are well-developed, his muscles are toned, and his eight abdominal muscles are as sharp as a knife. He exudes the beauty of masculinity and strength. Even a young man in his twenties would feel ashamed when seeing him.
However, on his sturdy and strong body, there was a winding scar that spread from his left chest to his navel.
Li Daoxuan's gaze paused slightly on his scar.
"In the seventh year of Daye, a black bear demon in the middle stage of Yangshen broke into Luoyang and destroyed countless houses. Many people died as a result. It was you who led it out of Luoyang City and slew the demon in blood. This scar was left at that time?"
Li Daoxuan recalled the information he saw in Chang'an. As the leader of the Zhelong, he naturally had to know something about all the Yangshen cultivators in the world.
According to the court files, Huichan became famous throughout the world after his battle with the Black Bear Demon. He killed a powerful demon in the middle stage of Yangshen, and even Emperor Yang of Sui praised him highly.
Hui Chan snorted coldly and said, "So what? They say that when the rabbit dies, the dog is cooked, and when the bird is dead, the bow is put away. I have seen it today. If it weren't for me, Hui Chan, Luoyang today would have been a living hell!"
Li Daoxuan shook his head and sighed, "In the past, the people worshipped you as a god. Even if they didn't have enough to eat, they would come to the White Horse Temple to offer a few sticks of incense. But now, the huge White Horse Temple is bustling with people, and there are almost no ordinary people. It is magnificent and I don't know how much of the people's money has been spent on it!"
"Stop talking nonsense and fight again!"
Huichan turned his palm and there appeared an ancient and plain black stone. He put his palms together and held the seemingly ordinary stone in his palms.
"The ninth abbot of the White Horse Temple respectfully invites the holy monk's relics!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the dark stone suddenly burst into a dazzling golden light, and then flowed through Hui Chan's hand like liquid all over his body, dyeing every inch of his skin golden, and flowing with dazzling Buddha's light.
The relics of the holy monk Kumarajiva!
boom!
The rubble around Huichan turned into powder in an instant, and the ground beneath his feet began to crack under his powerful momentum, and continued to spread outward.
The God of Land seemed to have thought of it, his face changed drastically, and he shouted to Li Daoxuan: "Master, be careful, the White Horse Temple has been enshrining the tongue relic of Kumarajiva, which is said to contain the purest Buddhist power of Kumarajiva. Huichan wants to use the relic to refine the golden body of Buddhism, you quickly stop him!"
Huichan suddenly opened his eyes, and even his pupils turned into the purest gold, as if they contained endless power.
“Too late!”
The sound was like thunder, shaking the nine heavens.
