One Thousand Five Hundred and Twenty-Nine. 2nd Generation Sword Buddha

The Buddha on the white lotus seat, unlike other Buddhist masters, was covered with precious light. Instead, he looked like an ordinary middle-aged monk, with a detailed and vivid expression, full of worldly atmosphere.

In his eyes, there was no wisdom, no peace, no emptiness, but a variety of emotions. At this moment, he looked at the ancient sword of Xianxian and the remains of Yuding Zhenren.

What attracted people's attention was the long sword he carried.

The sharp sword energy rushed to the sky, covering the entire Yuquan Realm, and even spreading to the distant universe.

The sharp sword intent seemed to be even better than the ownerless Xianxian Ancient Sword.

This Buddha was naturally the Sword Buddha.

Tong Xinlin and Qingzhang Taoist had personally experienced the majesty of the Sword Buddha in those days. Although they could not see its specific image, they could feel the overwhelming aura that seemed to overwhelm the Yuquan Realm at that time.

However, now, the aura exuded by the Sword Buddha gave them a different feeling than it did more than two thousand years ago.

It is different from the stubborn, radical and aggressive Shura Road, and also different from the manic, bloodthirsty and devastating hell.

At this moment, the Sword Buddha does not even seem to have any Zen.

To say that he is like a Taoist who has achieved enlightenment through swordsmanship is probably more like a Buddhist who has attained Buddhahood.

"The human world..." Those who know the Sword Buddha have an idea in their minds.

The Sword Buddha sat on the white lotus and stretched out his hand to grab the suspended Xianxian Ancient Sword.

But a huge hairy claw slapped over, and the momentum was about to break the Sword Buddha's arm, preventing him from taking the sword.

"Why is the demon body of the Fighting Buddha here?" The Sword Buddha looked confused, but did not retreat.

One of his hands was still stretched forward, and the other hand "swish" pulled out the long sword behind him.

Then, a terrifying light like a meteor shower fell from the sky, pointing at the huge demon monkey.

"Although it is already a double flower gathering at the top of the head, it is not as powerful as the great sage of the past." The sword Buddha said as the sword light fell.

The demon monkey below bared his teeth and spoke in human language: "You are deceiving yourself with the three flowers gathering at the top of the head."

The demon monkey raised his hands, and the golden light gathered in his palms, and then condensed into a golden hoop stick, which danced like a wind and fire wheel.

The fierce golden hoop swept the wind and clouds in all directions while dancing, breaking all the sword lights that fell from the sky.

Then, he turned over and still hit the sword Buddha's arm that was about to grab the sword.

The sword Buddha stretched out his hand without changing his movement, but his body suddenly became erratic.

At this moment, he seemed to be everywhere.

A sword appeared behind the demon monkey, pointing directly at his back.

A sword appeared above the heads of Yan Zhaoge and others, as if a punishment from heaven had come.

Next to the Xianxian Ancient Sword, a hand flashed and came close in an instant, and it seemed to have grabbed the ancient sword.

The sword Buddhas that appeared at the same time were all real at this moment, not illusions.

This is the unique magical power of the Daluo level strongman.

"Hey!" Then the demon monkey let out a long roar and flipped his body into the air.

Suddenly, countless demon monkeys seemed to appear in the void at the same time!

There were as many sword Buddhas as demon monkeys.

The dazzling vision made Yan Zhaoge and others feel as if they were in a dream for a while.

Then the next moment, the magic of both sides disappeared.

There was still a golden-haired giant ape in the air, confronting a monk with a sword.

"The Great Sage Equaling Heaven, he really deserves to be the Great Sage Equaling Heaven." The sword Buddha sighed: "Falling to the Taixu level, he still retains many of the magic of the Daluo level, at least he can do it in response to stress."

He was no longer sitting on the lotus platform at this moment, but stood up on the white lotus, holding a sword in one hand, and the gray monk's robe was blown by the wind, looking more like a dignified swordsman.

Yan Zhaoge appeared on the shoulder of the Great Saint Golden Body transformed by Pan Pan: "The Sword Buddha is worthy of being the Sword Buddha. He is incarnated in the human world and is still among the best in the White Lotus Pure Land."

The Sword Buddha is in the six reincarnations. When he is in the heavenly world, the Shura world and the hell world, his combat power is the strongest. The human world, the animal world and the hungry ghost world are inferior.

But even so, his strength is still among the best among the outer Dao Daluo celestial beings.

After all, before he entered the outer Dao and ascended to Daluo in the past, as a sword bodhisattva, he was also a rare existence among the masters of the same level in the orthodox Buddhism.

As a Buddhist child in the past, how could he be an easy opponent?

But unfortunately, he still couldn't do anything to Yan Zhaoge's Great Saint Golden Body.

A Great Saint Golden Body can suppress the outer Dao Daluo like the Inspiration King and beat him up. If it weren't for the obstruction of the Yuan Tianjie, it would be no problem to kill the Inspiration King.

Even if the Fighting Buddha was injured, he could still suppress a Great Saint's golden body, because he was strong.

Although the Sword Buddha was strong, he was still an outsider after all, and his strength could not compare to the Fighting Buddha who had achieved the true fruit of Buddhism.

"Who are you?" The Sword Buddha looked at Yan Zhaoge and Yan Di.

Yan Di did not go with Yan Zhaoge, but walked straight to the depths of the void where the dark red sword light intertwined.

Taiyi Huayun spread out, as if responding to something.

Being stabbed by the Sword Buddha's gaze, Taiyi Huayun fluctuated.

But the Great Saint's golden body shook slightly, and the golden light appeared, which isolated the Sword Buddha's gaze, so that Yan Zhaoge and Yan Di could not feel the chill.

Seeing this, the Sword Buddha frowned, retracted his gaze, and focused on Yan Zhaoge and the Great Saint's golden body.

"My name is Yan Zhaoge, and that is my father." Yan Zhaoge replied calmly: "My ancestor is Yan Xingtang, and my grandmother is Di Qinglian."

Hearing these two names, Sword Buddha's thick black eyebrows knitted together, and his eyes flashed coldly: "It turns out that they are the descendants of Yan Xingtang and Di Qinglian. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have wasted a thousand years." "

His voice was complicated, containing some admiration and remembrance, but more of it contained uncontrollable anger and even hatred.

"If it hadn't been for your Majesty, our ancestors and grandmother wouldn't have been in trouble." Yan Zhaoge said equally coldly.

Sword Buddha nodded slowly: "You want to keep me?"

From the corner of his sight, there were suddenly black threads protruding from the void, like countless air threads.

The black threads intertwined to form a giant net, gradually covering the void, and the deathly sword intent of extermination of all living things came from it.

HD Xuan's figure holding the ancient sword of killing immortals is looming.

"Killing the Immortal..." Sword Buddha's eyes fell on the ancient sword in HD Xuan's hand, and then looked at the ancient sword of Falling Immortal, which was close at hand but far away, and shook his head: "There is indeed hope of killing me, but, You have no chance today."

He turned his head and looked into the distance: "If the Saha Pure Land in the center of me is not at war with the demons in the Immortal Court now, when I enter the human world, my disciple will come to find me. Two thousand years have passed, and he should have become a Buddha. "

As if to verify his words, a sword light actually lit up in the distance in the void!

In the sword light, a white lotus bloomed.

Sitting on the white lotus is a young man, wearing a cassock, but with long hair hanging down behind him.

A long sword was placed across the young man's knees.