Myriad Paths

Guangyang shook violently.

All the capable people in Guangyang cast their eyes here.

Other eighth-rank people who had nothing to do with it and were high up in the air all felt the strong pressure.

The top forces of the aristocratic families each used their own means to look here.

In fact, someone had just looked here, because the Mountain and Water Array was not activated casually.

But what was more terrifying than the activation of the Mountain and Water Array was...

The entire Mountain and Water Array was broken, and a strong earthquake occurred in the whole Guangyang. Thousands of mountain and water gods who were connected to the Mountain and Water Array died on the spot, and more were also severely injured.

Such a grand ceremony was forcibly broken by one person.

The Rat King's pupils shrank! He trembled all over, and shrank directly into his original form, turning into a rat ball and hiding in the ground.

Fifth-rank! That is, Chanzhi's master? !

Fuck! Why did he come here!

How can he fight?

The Rat King hid, but no one paid attention to him.

After the mountain and water formation collapsed, the black hand slowly dissipated.

Then, suddenly, the space twisted, as if someone was tearing and rubbing a piece of transparent plastic paper, causing the light to be distorted.

In this distortion, a black-skinned monk with a righteous face appeared.

Black skin, a string of skull beads hanging around his neck, wearing a tall hat, but kind eyes, faintly emitting Buddha light.

He protected the monk Chanzhi with one hand and glanced around softly: "Who almost cut off my apprentice's path?"

He didn't have any pressure when he spoke.

However, a sense of despair enveloped the surroundings.

All the people in the White Rhino Army, including Lie Kedi, who had fought hard before and was seriously injured, had desperate expressions.

A sense of powerlessness filled everyone.

Except Shen Shuibi, she tilted her head.

But the next second, a skinny old man in linen clothes suddenly appeared in front of the monk.

Then he slapped the monk in the face with his backhand.

Snap!

A crisp sound.

Everyone was stunned.

The soldiers of the White Rhino Army were all dumbfounded.

The Rat King of the Rat Soil Tomb opened his mouth wide.

Wang Boyan even stopped running.

He had arrived long ago, but did not show up. He took his men to hide aside to observe the situation. When he saw the fifth-grade appeared, he immediately ran away, but this slap made him stop.

Wang Boyan's eyes popped out.

And Zhang Lan, who withdrew from the battlefield, rested for a while, and then immediately returned to the battlefield to fight side by side with the White Rhino Army. He didn't react much, and was still swinging his sword. It was obvious that he was so bloodthirsty that he didn't pay attention to the outside world.

Except Shen Shuibi.

Only Shen Shuibi, who provided technical assistance to many magic weapons of the White Rhino Army outside the battlefield, was not surprised.

Because she knew that the matter was over.

Sometimes, bullying the weak with the strong will kill people.

The black-skinned demon monk who suddenly appeared was slapped directly on the face, crisply.

Even he was a little stunned and didn't react for a while.

But after all, he was a fifth-grade.

He came back to his senses immediately, but did not fight back. Instead, he stared at the other party closely: "Who are you?"

The skinny old man who suddenly appeared just looked at him coldly: "I lost 30% of my cultivation and made a sacrifice to give back to the heaven and earth, so that this land can return to normal."

"After doing this, you can leave."

The black-skinned monk was solemn at first and looked at the old man carefully.

Then, he suddenly sneered: "You are only a fifth-grade monk. You are too arrogant to say this."

Before being slapped, he was still worried that this person was a powerful person, so he did not dare to act rashly.

At this moment, he took a closer look and found that the other party was also a fifth-grade monk.

They are all fifth-grade monks, and he is also the orthodox descendant of the Mahakala lineage. How dare this person be so presumptuous?

Really, he was looked down upon by others.

The black-skinned monk raised his hand, and suddenly, a Dharma Hall landed here.

This is his magic weapon.

This hall is magnificent and golden, decorated with seven treasures, with silk banners and canopies hanging, and statues standing in the chariot, two Bodhisattvas serving as attendants of the gods, all carved with gold and silver, hanging in the air.

The whole is sixty miles long and thirty miles wide, with four treasures solemn, the base is flat, and it covers the sky and the sun.

The steps are built with seven layers of precious bricks. There are eighty-four thousand pillars in the Dharma Hall, gold pillars and silver pillars, silver pillars and gold pillars, and glazed and crystal pillars.

There are four railings around the hall, all made of four treasures, and four steps are also made of four treasures. There are eighty-four thousand treasure towers on the Dharma Hall. The windows and doors of the gold tower are silver, and the windows and doors of the silver tower are gold, and the windows and doors of the crystal and glazed are also.

The gold tower and silver bed, the silver tower and gold bed, are winding and soft, woven with gold threads, and covered on the seat. The hall is bright, dazzling people's eyes, like the bright sun, and no one present can see it.

The hall descended, and the people around immediately realized that this was not a battle they could intervene in. Anyone who could move was desperately retreating.

But no one paid any attention to them.

The black-skinned monk's Dharma Hall had 84,000 doors, all opened!

Countless things walked out of it.

But I saw:

84,000 elephants, with strong men riding on them, their muscles knotted, shaking the ground.

84,000 horses, riding on powerful horses, with warriors riding on them, showing off their power.

84,000 chariots, riding on golden wheels, with golden-eyed archers riding on them, aiming at the surroundings.

84,000 magic beads, shining on the surroundings, removing all impurities, and defending against magic.

84,000 jade maidens, kind and virtuous, served on the left and right, treating injuries with their skillful hands and kind hearts.

84,000 lay people, preaching Buddhism, promoting the right results, and singing the name of the hall master.

Then, the main hall unfolded and the Buddha's light shone everywhere.

There are also four thousand Nagas, four thousand Garudas, four thousand evil realms, seven thousand great trees, and eight thousand great mud plows.

Later, Yakshas appeared again, holding forks and coming in a surging force.

Then a forest of ghosts and beasts emerged from the void. There were numerous poisonous insects such as mosquitoes, flies, flies, lice, snakes, clams, bees, maggots, etc., which gathered into black clouds and covered the sky and the earth.

Then, the surrounding space was immediately blocked.

The black-skinned monk recited scriptures:

"There are four gates in four directions, and all the lanes and streets are equal."

"Use iron as a prison wall and cover it with an iron net."

"With iron as the ground, fire will naturally come out."

"For heinous crimes, stay unmoved."

"The fall screams hell, the pain is indescribable."

After reciting the sutra, he stretched out his hand to invite the skinny old man: "Donor, the poor monk has prepared hell for you, just waiting for you to taste it."

The earth turned into purgatory, and the Dharma Hall just now was suspended in the air, suppressing everything. Those warriors, strong men, jade girls, Nagas, Garudas, at least the eighth grade, and even the seventh grade were not a few!

Just such an army of magic weapons can easily wipe out the entire Bailin Kingdom.

This is just a magic weapon.

As a fifth-grade person, he didn't even take action himself.

After all, we are in the world now, and the heavenly laws of the world do not allow fifth-grade people to fight, otherwise the scope of the impact will not be calculated by hundreds of miles.

I'm afraid it will really corrupt a country, cause billions of casualties, and turn the entire Bailin Kingdom into ashes.

Almost everyone present was shocked.

A seventh-level monk named Dazenzhi has already exhausted all his means and made countless sacrifices.

But the black-skinned monk in front of him summoned thousands of seventh-grade men with a wave of his hand.

This gap... is shocking.

It's simply indescribable.

As for the old man not far away, he glanced at the black-skinned monk.

The monk confidently summoned the Dharma Hall and sat on the Dharma Hall.

There is a large cart in the Dharma Hall with a white tent. On the four sides of the tent hang golden bells, various kinds of fragrant flowers, and a canopy of precious banners and flags.

There are wonderful sweet dishes, various kinds of music, and the four legs of the seat are made of pure blue glass.

Behind each seat there are seven treasures leaning on the bed, and the seven treasures are used as lamp trees, and various kinds of pearls are used as lamps. The subtle ceiling is spread all over the place. There are all the gods and maidens who make offerings and serve with sincerity.

He sat upright on it, with a slight sarcasm on his lips, quietly waiting for his opponent's reaction.

He is very confident.

This Dharma Hall was given by the Holy King Chakravartin himself.

In the past, he served the Wheel-turning Holy King and received his favor. At that time, the Wheel-turning Holy King brought 84,000 people to the Buddha to beg him to be a ascetic.

Those 84,000 people achieved enlightenment and became Arhats, attaining the fifth level of attainment.

As one of them, he is the only one of Mahakala's lineage.

The Holy King of Chaos was compassionate and gave him magic weapons to protect his path.

Living in the Dharma Hall eliminates greed, eliminates anger, and eliminates ignorance. This means: "Those who are tainted will not be tainted, those who are evil will not be evil, and those who are stupid will not be stupid." ’ (恚: hui, meaning angry.)

Later, the Holy King of Samurai fought against the Dragon King Bananda, and he fought for the Holy King of Samurai.

In the middle of the battle, Bananda Dragon King wrapped his body around Mount Sumeru seven times, then uprooted Mount Sumeru and threw it out. He was in the mountain at the time, and immediately sacrificed himself to the Dharma Hall and stayed there.

Mount Sumeru was thrown out of the 62,000 worlds, and he was also attached to it, traveling through the 62,000 worlds. When he landed, the aftermath shook a billion stars. Although the temple was seriously damaged, he was still there. There were no injuries among them, which shows its quality.

At this moment, the Dharma Hall is lowered, just like the Dinghai Divine Needle is dropped, which is enough to suppress most situations.

Although other people didn't know the heel, they could see how scary this thing was.

Almost everyone looked at the old man who slapped in fear, hoping that he could withstand it.

Even if no one actually knows him.

'Almost everyone', of course.

There is one exception.

Shen Shuibi was not afraid at all.

She could see its current form at a glance.

She even had time to sit down and began to sense the energy escaping from the fighting around her.

These are purified and refined qi, which are very useful for her to repair her body.

As for the black-skinned monk...

From the moment he summoned the magic weapon but did not attack, but instead showed off his power from the side, he was a dead man.

No need to look any further.

On the other side, the old man quietly waited for the Dharma Hall to arrive.

Very quietly, very calmly waiting for the other party to finish preparations.

Then, suddenly.

The black-skinned monk tilted his head and just sat there quietly.

The power of the Dharma Hall was immediately reduced, and then the old man stretched out his hand to catch it, turning it into the size of an egg. The strong men, jade girls, archers, and warriors in it were also collected together.

The old man muttered: "It's so flashy...haven't you been to Baiyue? Just like Erluzi."

Then, he put away the Dharma Hall: "This Dharma Hall is quite good. It is considered to be the best among the fifth grades. This trip is not in vain."

The reason why I say this is because the black-skinned monk really underestimated the enemy.

This is Baiyue.

It is the outer boundary of Wushen Mountain. Even if it borders other places, it is actually under the direct jurisdiction of Wushen Mountain.

What are the characteristics of witchcraft?

Witches are famous for their cunning, numerous methods, endless number of spells, and difficulty in guarding against them.

Is this magic weapon too powerful and has helped him avoid too many risks, causing him to lose his mind?

Coming to Baiyue and trusting a diviner so much...

baffling.

Diviners are good at two things.

One is divination.

The second is a curse...

Doesn't he think that he can stop his curse without taking any precautions and relying solely on the magic weapon?

Did he think he was just trying to vent his anger when he slapped him?

You're a fool...

That slap was an 'insult'.

Therefore, when etiquette and music are abolished and evil sounds arise, the root of insult is undermined. As the saying goes, "If you are not trapped but trapped, your name will be humiliated." If you don't rely on it but rely on it, your body will be in danger. Both humiliating and dangerous, death is imminent. ’

There is an ancient saying: "The way to kill a scholar is to humiliate him." It means that if you want to kill a scholar, you can make him die by humiliating him.

Both humiliating and dangerous, death is imminent.

This is a curse.

Silently, with just one wrong move, the black-skinned monk, a dignified fifth-grade man, died inexplicably.

The danger and weirdness of witchcraft can be seen clearly.

Everywhere in the world, witches are notoriously scary. Once a witch appears, they are the first to be targeted.

Because Wu Jin is basically not very good at frontal combat, but they are definitely very good at killing you when you least expect it.

Whether it's a poison or a curse, Zhuren is good at diplomacy and communication, and fortune teller is good at analyzing plans and formulating the future. They are all the kind who like to kill people behind their backs.

Wushen Mountain is definitely the most secretive place in the world, and Wu Jin is also the person who likes to hide things the most.

Even Li Qi is like this.

Unknowingly, Li Qi also became the type who likes to do things secretly behind his back and stab others in the back.

Whether in Guangyang or Qingwu City, he was always walking around behind his back, connecting with everyone, and finally achieving his goal.

This old man is similar.

For the old man, if the black-skinned monk came out without saying a word and attacked with all his strength, then he might be able to cause some trouble and make it difficult for him to resist.

But it's impossible.

This is the world.

It is absolutely impossible for a fifth-grade person to use all his strength here, otherwise he will be punished by heaven.

With the power of the fifth grade, two people fighting can easily destroy a country, and the dead can easily be counted in the billions.

You know, when the fifth-grade strong men fight outside the territory, the aftermath can shatter several unlucky small worlds. Even if the world is more stable, it cannot stop the fifth-grade.

Therefore, the old man had long been sure that the opponent would not attack immediately.

And if he were to catch him off guard, even if he was blocked, he would prepare four other plans, at least three different curses, to ensure that the curse would stick to the opponent.

In other words, as long as you don't run away as soon as you come out, or directly use all your strength to suppress Wu Jin.

Then the death of this black-skinned monk is already doomed.

Shen Shuibi knew this very well, so she didn't waste time and chose to sit down and wait.

As for everyone else…

It's just a bunch of people waiting, don't worry about it.

Wushen Mountain has sent the fifth grade here, and everything is over.

And the skinny old man knew this very well.

He stretched out his hand to grab it, only to see that the pagoda in Guangyang City collapsed into pieces, and Li Qi's body was directly grabbed and pulled over.

Even the distractions quickly merged together and landed in the center of the battlefield.

At the same time, Boyue was also pulled by the same force and flew at extremely fast speed from thousands of miles away.

Although the speed is very fast, it is not bumpy at all, as if the acceleration is offset by something.

After Boyue and Li Qi stood there in a state of embarrassment, the skinny old man bowed his hands respectfully in front of countless people.

Then, he said very seriously: "I have met Mr. Yue and Mr. Qi. I am half a step late. I hope you will forgive me."