Chapter 250 Master Jingyan, the Past

The disciples will understand.

The first to move was Duanmusheng who had been holding back for a long time.

Duanmusheng raised his arm, raised the Overlord Spear, like a tender spear, and threw it out with all his might.

On the Overlord's spear, the astral gas is wrapped, and the spear tip flashes light, piercing the sky!

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell with just a glance that this is a top-grade weapon of heaven...

Even the weapons of the Heavenly Rank are divided into upper and lower levels. It's just that the cultivation world has not made a clear distinction between the weapons within the heavenly rank.

For example, Yu Shangrong's longevity sword cut off Zhuo Ping's male and female swords, and the two swords were divided.

Moreover, those who can control the Heavenly Rank are often masters of the Primordial Spirit Tribulation Realm. One leaf is not enough to get started, and only five leaves can enter the hall. Strength and cultivation are also the key to the use of weapons.

so……

Duanmusheng threw the gun out.

Suddenly applauded.

boom!

The Overlord Spear was pinned to the marble floor three meters in front of the Wu Nian Mage with qi.

With the tip of the Overlord's spear as the center, the crack spreads out... it stretches for more than ten meters.

at the same time.

Xiao Yuan'er threw out the Brahma sash, paved a long road like a red carpet, stepped on the Brahma sash, and stopped in front of the nuns.

Ming Shiyin hugged his arms and was comfortable and natural. He came to the nearest Optimus Pillar, and the parting hook stabbed into the giant pillar fiercely... There were smiles in the corners of his eyes.

The spectators were again interested.

Perhaps because of the identity of the other party, the interest of the spectators was much higher than before.

After Tianjian Menluo Xingkong.

On the contrary, most people are disgusted by the behavior of Tianjianmen... And the nuns from Yunzhao Nunnery, their hypocritical appearance is even more annoying.

Without any doubts.

"Amitabha... old donor, what's the point of this move?"

Lu Zhou was condescending, overlooking Master Wu Nian, his eyes fell on Yu Fuchen in her hand, and said, "Leave Yu Fuchen, and self-destruct. You can leave."

Wu Nian Mage: "..."

Lu Zhou's voice was neither hurried nor slow, neither light nor heavy.

It's like saying a trivial thing.

Maybe because of his status, when he spoke, everyone looked at him, and the surroundings were very quiet.

Even if there is no need for vitality sound transmission, it can be sent to everyone's ears, clearly.

"Old donor, Yun Zhao'an and Motian Pavilion have no grievances, why are they targeting the poor nun?" Wu Nian showed an innocent look.

Lu Zhou sighed and shook his head, instead of continuing, he said, "Jingyan really didn't mention it to you?"

Master Wu Nian was even more confused, and intuitively told her that the owner of the Demon Heaven Pavilion above the flying chariot had a special relationship with her master Jingyan.

She entered Yunzhao Nunnery since she was a child, grew up in Yunzhao Nunnery, and learned from her teacher Jingyan. A hundred years later, she never heard her master mention Motian Pavilion...

"Old donor, the poor nun is confused. Please make it clear." Master Wu Nian raised his palms.

Lu Zhou said, "You bastard."

All that Lu Zhou knew was naturally derived from Ji Tiandao's memory.

Recalling all kinds of things a hundred years ago, this memory is particularly clear.

Unfortunately, things have changed over time.

"Why does the old donor curse people?"

The ten nuns behind him stood up and surrounded Master Wu Nian.

When Master Wu Nian was in the middle, he recited strange Buddhist scriptures.

The ten nuns also raised their palms and recited.

Master Wu Nian bowed to Lu Zhou who was on the flying carriage of Chuanyun and said, "Although I don't know the relationship between the old donor and the tutor, the poor nun asks himself if he has a clear conscience. If possible, please ask the old donor to gather at Yunzhao Nunnery. Ni is willing to discuss the sermon with the old benefactor.

"Farewell."

hum.

At the feet of the ten nuns, halo circles appeared.

That halo is an upgraded version of the mirror stage.

can move along.

A circular green aperture with complex patterns and special energy fluctuations.

This is one of the most commonly used and most difficult augmentation methods in Buddhism.

Eleven people, suspended.

With Wu Nian as the center, the light circle enveloped them and rose up.

Duanmusheng snorted lightly, and walked in the air, the Overlord Spear on the ground was gathered by a rush of qi, humming and vibrating.

call out!

The Overlord Spear returned to Duanmusheng's hands.

Duanmusheng, who had been holding back for too long, went straight forward and stabbed away.

"This is the third disciple of the Motian Pavilion, Duanmu Sheng. It is said that he cultivates Tianyi Jue, which is extremely domineering and ferocious. When I see it today, it really lives up to its reputation."

The Master Wu Nian shook his head and sighed.

Aperture lights up.

boom!

The Overlord's gun hit the aperture... The eleven people continued to climb.

Duanmusheng's eyes widened in anger, and said, "Hundred Tribulations Cave."

The two-leaf golden lotus dharma body appeared beside him, and the two lotus leaves were spinning rapidly, the speed was extremely fast, like ten leaves, connected into one.

Master Wu Nian frowned slightly: "Amitabha... broken!"

Yu Fuchen suddenly shines brightly.

A dense cloud of raindrops fell from the aperture.

The voices of the ten female disciples chanting the scriptures became louder and louder.

Fomen's style of play is new and rare, and people are terrified and stunned.

All of them looked at Duanmusheng, the third disciple of Motian Pavilion, attentively.

Duanmu Sheng raised his Overlord Spear, bang bang bang...

Together with the Dharma body, block those gangrenous rains.

But due to the huge force, Duanmusheng had to continue to fall.

When I landed, bang... I stepped on the marble floor with my feet, and the rubble sputtered.

Extensive cracks appear on the ground.

The spectators backed away while continuing to look up to the sky.

"I come."

Hua Yuexing raised his hand with a bow and arrow of Astral Qi, and a feather arrow shot out.

boom!

The halo blocked Huayuexing's bow and arrow.

"And archers?"

"Magic Heaven Pavilion is really going to defy the sky!"

"Although this feather arrow can't break the Buddhist Mirror Stage, it is a method that can only be used by masters of the Primordial Spirit Tribulation Realm."

The voice just fell.

Another ten arrows shot out.

In the air, it looks like ten golden light lines.

At this moment, Xiao Yuan'er and Ming Shi flew over like lightning.

The red Brahma Aya looked like a huge rose blooming, attracting a lot of attention.

Ming Shiyin's eyes are firm...the parting hook in his hand is full of brilliance.

see this scene.

Master Wu Nian snorted softly and said, "This is what you asked for! Amitabha—"

The big seals of the four Buddhist symbols fell from the jade whisk.

The ten disciples spread out suddenly, forming a huge circle.

That aperture is equivalent to being pulled apart by them, and it becomes extremely huge.

It almost covers the central area of ​​the lotus platform.

The energy pours over the circle...

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless."

If the energy of the waves is poured down.

The voices of chanting scriptures were focused together, and the sadness enveloped the surroundings, and those who fell into it were exhausted and unable to extricate themselves.

Just as Hua Wudao was about to get up, Lu Zhou raised his hand and said, "The cause that this seat has planted will be understood by this seat."

Hua Wudao nodded and stepped aside.

Xiaoyuan'er, Ming Shiyin, and Duanmusheng were all enveloped by this energy, unable to move an inch.

Lu Zhou stepped on the void and walked out of the cloud-piercing carriage.

His eyes shifted instantly, focusing on Lu Zhou.

Lu Zhou's aura was not fluctuating strongly...the palm of his hand was raised.

"Bastard!"

This soft hum, low and powerful, spread throughout the lotus platform.

Including Master Wu Nian and her disciples.

They saw Luzhou who appeared in the air.

Can not help but be very nervous!

The grandfather of Motian Pavilion, after all, is going to take action!

Lu Zhou bent his arms forward, raised his hand and stroked his sleeves.

Understatement, calm, and slapped a palm!

The space moves slightly, and the vitality gathers!

Before his palm, the space seemed to be distorted:

A palm-sized word "bound" rushed out.

Many people have a lot of knowledge... A person with a discerning eye can see the origin of this seal script binding character at a glance——

"Bound God Curse!"

This body-binding spell is much faster than Hua Yuexing's feather arrows.

There is no big opening, no gorgeous light blooming.

boom!

The seal script binds the characters, more like a meteor, easily passing through the energy aperture.

"how can that be?"

puff--

Haven't had time to react yet.

The body-bound spell hits the mindless mage.

Master Wu Nian groaned, and the sound of chanting froze instantly.

The ten disciples collapsed on the spot because they could not bear the absorption of this huge energy circle.

No Bodhi tree, nor stand mirror.

The Buddha's Mirror Stage, the greater the power, the higher the required ability.

Without Master Wu Nian standing in the middle, it was as if he had lost his backbone.

It is like a magnificent building whose pillars have been taken away. No matter how magnificent the building is, it will only collapse.

The circle of energy spreads outward.

All the ten disciples were knocked flying, spitting out blood.

From the middle of the lotus platform, it was not hundreds of meters away.

Master Wu Nian, his face changed greatly... He wanted to mobilize the vitality in his body, but it was empty and there was no fluctuation.

At the same time as the energy circle dissipated, she fell straight down!

Xiaoyuan'er withdrew the Brahma Ribbon.

Seeing this, Ming Shi scolded: "What kind of routine... I'll hide!"

Dodge in the air.

Duanmu Sheng Bawang's spear turned its direction, 180 degrees downward.

boom!

The Overlord Spear drilled into the ground again, Duanmu stepped on the tail of the Overlord Spear, folded his arms, and stood in the air... He looked blankly at the falling Mage Wu Nian.

boom!

Wu Nian Mage smashed into the marble.

A cultivator without cultivation... just smashed down like a free fall. Coupled with the strength of the quenched body, it is like an iron block.

This fall.

Smashed out a humanoid pit.

...

On the lotus platform, it was quiet.

There was silence all around.

The spectators rubbed their eyes, unable to believe this scene.

The first master of Yunzhao Nunnery was photographed by the patriarch of Motiange just like that?

On the other hand, Lu Zhou's expression was calm, and he didn't seem to put much effort into it.

"The means of the pavilion master really opened my eyes." Hua Wudao was amazed.

Hua Wudao is also a well-informed person. This trick is almost impossible to do without a very high cultivation level.

What's more, Master Wu Nian is still in the upgraded version of the Mirror Stage.

Luzhou stepped down...

One hand behind him, the other stroking his beard.

The spectators did not dare to come out, and they stared at the world's largest devil.

Xiao Yuan'er also landed near Mage Wu Nian.

The ten disciples of Yunzhao Nunnery collapsed to the ground, struggling to raise their heads.

Lu Zhou fell on the side of Master Wu Nian, condescending.

In Wu Nian's eyes, full of fear and disbelief... The corners of his mouth were bloodshot, and his face was pale.

lips quivering...

She held her palms hard, trying to get up from the pit, but she couldn't move at all.

Lu Zhou waved his hand—

Yu Fuchen flew into his palm.

[Ding, to recycle the jade whisk, it needs to be re-refined before it can be used. 】

Lu Zhou remembered all kinds of things a hundred years ago.

Although it is only Ji Tiandao's memory, it seems to be immersed in the scene and has endless aftertastes... Yun Zhaofeng talks about Taoism, Zixia Mountain appreciates the moon, Baiye Lake watches fish... Scenes and scenes are vivid in my mind.

He seemed to have thought of something and asked:

"How is Jingyan now?"

Wu Nian's eyes widened, looking at the old man in front of him.

"The home... the teacher... has long since passed away."

Hearing these two words, Lu Zhou's expression seemed very calm... He sighed: "...birth, old age, sickness and death, the reincarnation of heaven, there is no truth in the world that all beings are reincarnated... Living well is the greatest truth."

Xiao Yuan'er was secretly surprised when she saw the melancholy expression on her master's face.

I haven't heard of it since I entered the Demon Pavilion. Master has friends... regardless of gender... Now suddenly a former female mage pops up. Listening to this, it seems that the relationship is not bad.

"Master... Who is Jingyan?" Xiaoyuan'er raised her head and asked.

Lu Zhou ignored it.

Instead, he continued to look at Wu Nian and said, "Who are you instructed to meddle in the affairs of this seat?"

Wu Nian couldn't help shaking his head and said: "No, no one instructs... Poor nun, poor nun is willing to admit defeat..."

Willing to gamble?

Lu Zhou caught her words.

Bet what?

Which side is the lotus betting table standing on?

Bet that Jianmen will win this day?

Or will the Gambling Demon Pavilion be defeated after all?

Wu Nian coughed.

Another mouthful of blood spit out.

She struggled again...to the ground. click...

Finally, this time she tried her best to climb out of the pit.

Seeing her tragic state, the spectators were secretly surprised and swallowed.

The means of the world's largest devil...is so terrifying.

"Where is Jingyan buried?" Lu Zhou asked.

"Near Yunzhao Peak, in Baiye Lake..."

"..."

Lu Zhou shook his head and said indifferently, "I still remember that Jade Fuchen is a pure word... How could it fall into your hands? Answer the truth, if there is a word that is not true, today next year, it will be It's your birthday."

Wu Nian's body trembled.

She thought that with her own abilities, even if she wasn't the opponent of Motian Pavilion, at least she could come and go freely without looking at other people's faces.

Now, she realized how ridiculous the idea was.

Wu Nian replied in a low voice: "The teacher has passed away... The poor nun had no choice but to take over the presidency of Yun Zhao'an. The jade brush was given by the teacher."

Speaking of which.

Wu Nian fell backwards.

Lu Zhou looked at Wu Nian and said, "You bastard... How can Jingyan have an apprentice like you?"

Mindless silence.

She had nothing to say.

Lu Zhou put his hands together and said, "This seat takes back the jade whisk... Apart from your cultivation, can you be convinced?"

Wu Nian heard the words, his eyes widened.

"No, no, no no no..."

She was flustered and quickly got up.

Coming to Lu Zhou... The arrogance and sense of superiority in his bones were all gone at this moment.

Just as she was about to climb up to Lu Zhou, she was forced back by a surge of qi.

The ten disciples of Yunzhao Nunnery leaped at the same time...

Towards the middle set.

at the same time.

Far from the Lotus Terrace, in the third attic.

"Withdraw! The plan failed!"

In the fifth attic.

"The plan failed, withdraw!"

In the eighth attic.

"The plan failed, everyone withdraws!"

The practitioners in each attic left the attic at a very fast speed and left the lotus platform without even looking back.

However……

In the ninth attic.

An order sounded.

"Prepare, act."