True Immortal of the Netherworld

The surface of the third golden eye on the forehead of the golden monk suddenly shone with golden light, like a small sun.

When the golden light on it converged, Liu Haiyu's figure showing his sword moves was reflected.

Every subtle movement and movement of the sword energy of the killer sword move "Qinglian Qinglong" performed by Liu Haiyu was captured by the golden third eye of the golden monk, and was decomposed into slow motion and reflected in the mind of the golden monk.

"Such a strong sword energy, there is actually a ray of Taoist power in it. He is indeed the number one genius in Qinglian Dojo in the past three hundred years. If I catch his move with my bare hands, I'm afraid it will be difficult to do it..." The golden monk used his third golden eye to carefully observe the sword moves of Liu Haiyu on the opposite side, and quickly thought of countermeasures in his mind.

Since the Golden Jade Monk entered the True Lotus Glorious World Conference, he has competed with others with bare hands and used various dazzling and mammoth Buddhist techniques to deal with them.

But this time, it's not that easy.

Seeing that Liu Haiyu's sword moves had gained momentum and the sword energy was hanging in the air like a waterfall, the golden jade monk did not show any signs of panic.

The golden monk raised one arm unhurriedly, and the wide sleeves of his white cassock were as lazy and free as floating clouds.

"Donor Liu Haiyu, didn't the young monk say that your murderous intention is too strong." The golden jade young monk joked and flicked his wrist.

He held out a palm-sized bronze alms bowl in his right hand.

It's just that the surface of the alms bowl is rusty and rough, and there's a big hole at the bottom, making it look worse than an ordinary object.

The young monk with golden jade covered the hole in the alms bowl in front of his eyes, and through the hole in the bottom of the alms bowl he could see the body of Liu Haiyu on the opposite side.

"It's only about the size of an egg." The golden jade young monk showed a confident look on his face, "Compared to killing people and fighting, young monk, I am better at begging for alms. I wonder if the Qiankun alms bowl left by Grandmaster Taizu can still be used?"

The golden young monk took the alms bowl in his hand and played with it, and murmured: "I remember there is a sentence on the cover of the "Secret Book of Monks' Food" collected by Tathagata Hall. Although the world is big, the alms bowl can hold it. It is probably the world's largest. Big, the meaning of Buddhism is greater. Young monk, I can't understand such a noble state of mind. But young monk knows that only the food that can be transformed into the mouth can satisfy the hunger. This time, let the young monk use this Qiankun bowl. Let’s do it once.”

At this moment, Liu Haiyu's majestic kendo move had already reached the top of the golden monk's head.

"Amitabha." The young golden jade monk recited the Buddha's words calmly.

Then he raised one hand and the bronze alms bowl was thrown into the air.

The golden monk had a serious look on his face, and he played out the magic formulas in his hand one after another, which landed on the surface of the bronze alms bowl, making a tinkling sound, like a torrential rain.

The surface of the bronze alms bowl shines with golden light, swirling around, turning into a giant object ten feet tall.

Without stopping for a moment, he formed a golden sun seal with his hands, and as soon as it popped out, it landed on the surface of the alms bowl in mid-air.

when!

A loud bell-like sound spread for hundreds of miles, and golden light shone brightly from the rim of the alms bowl, like a real golden sun.

"Come into the young monk's bowl." The golden and jade young monk said sternly, and the magic formula in his hand changed again.

A magical scene happened.

Liu Haiyu used all his strength to perform the "Qinglian Qinglong" move, and the sword energy that flew around for a whole day was actually sucked into the alms bowl in mid-air like a river flowing into the sea.

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell…

In the alms bowl, there was a dense sound like falling hailstones.

"What? This is impossible?" Liu Haiyu, who has always been calm and calm, also showed a rare look of panic, "The power of my sword is originally a sword formation move, and it is blessed with a ray of Taoist power that I have obtained through cultivation. What kind of magical skill can do this? Unless the bowl has the same powerful power, is it the original power of Buddhism?"

After a while, the power of the huge sword formation was completely absorbed by the bowl.

What's left is the still void and the surprised Liu Haiyu.

The golden jade monk smiled slightly, and with one move of one hand, the bronze alms bowl whirled around, reduced to its original size, and was held in his palm again.

At this moment, there was a bowl of steaming blue soup inside the alms bowl.

The young golden monk did not hesitate, picked up the alms bowl, raised his head, and poured the blue soup into his belly.

Blah, blah, blah.

A strange sound came from the golden jade monk's belly. Next, blue-gray mist was sprayed out from all seven of his orifices simultaneously.

After a while, the golden monk returned to his normal appearance. He patted his stomach with his hand, and then joked: "Thank you, donor Liu Haiyu, this bowl of soup tastes really good."

What's even more amazing is that the golden jade monk actually comprehended half of the essence of kendo contained in Liu Haiyu's sword power.

The golden jade young monk nodded and murmured in his heart: "Liu Haiyu has mastered the art of swordsmanship. If he didn't have this treasure, I really don't know how to take it."

Click click click.

There was a rustling sound from the bronze alms bowl in the hands of the golden monk.

He frowned and looked carefully at the alms bowl in his hand, and found that there were two more cracks on the edge of the originally damaged hole at the bottom of the alms bowl.

The golden jade young monk shook his head slightly and murmured: "This Qiankun alms bowl was used by Taishizu, but this hole is a flaw. Otherwise, this thing must have ascended to the realm of Buddha and God with Taishizu."

The golden jade monk wiped the alms bowl with his sleeves, then carefully put it back into the Qiankun bag in his arms and kept it close to his body.

At this moment, Liu Haiyu was already a little dumbfounded. He saw the golden jade monk opposite him actually "drinking" the bowl of sword energy.

"Is he a monk or a monster? He can actually swallow sword energy directly." Liu Haiyu frowned more and more. "Is this golden and jade saint the reincarnation of Taotie? Or is the alms bowl in his hand simply an immortal weapon?"

There were ripples in Liu Haiyu's mind.

At this moment, Liu Haiyu saw the golden jade monk opposite him clasping his hands and walking towards him unhurriedly.

Liu Haiyu's eyes showed a hint of fear instinctively. This is the first time in his life that he has been completely suppressed by the strength of his opponent. It is the instinct of a weak person when he sees a strong person.

"Donor Liu Haiyu, what you have to defeat is not the young monk, but yourself." The golden jade young monk said loudly.

At the same time, the third golden eye between the golden monk's brows lit up again, with a golden Sanskrit character jumping like a golden spiritual fish.

"Supernatural power - the inner demon Brahma realm!"

Liu Haiyu only saw an extremely dazzling golden light shooting out of the third golden eye of the golden monk. The golden light converged, and the golden and jade young monk disappeared, but another Liu Haiyu appeared.

"It's me you want to defeat." Another Liu Haiyu said.

As a brilliant genius in Qinglian Dojo, Liu Haiyu has always been arrogant. In his heart, he always has a goal to surpass, and that is who he is today. And tomorrow, he will become a better version of himself.

This is the arrogance of a genius, and also the inner demon of a peerless genius.

Liu Haiyu's state of mind felt as if a meteorite had been smashed into him, and the ripples instantly turned into wild waves.

The persistence, hard work, and self-confidence that were deepest in Liu Haiyu's heart turned into a complete inner demon at this moment.

ah--

Liu Haiyu looked up to the sky and shouted, and his body surface spurted out streams of sword-like water-attribute spiritual power. The split void squeaked, leaving behind deep dark cracks.

In just three breaths, Liu Haiyu could no longer control his soul power, and the blue Taoist robe outside his body was torn open by the fierce pressure that overflowed from him.

His eyes gradually turned red, and the blood vessels on the exposed surface of his neck and the back of his hands protruded like purple earthworms.

Even the Ruoshui sword in his hand gradually changed from the original blue water color to a bright red color, like a blood sword.

Run away!

Since Ruoshuijian is Liu Haiyu's natal spiritual sword, Ruoshuijian and Liu Haiyu fell into a violent state.

The sword spirit "Qing Xiaoyu" on Ruoshui Sword suddenly realized something, "Little Master Haiyu... guard your state of mind..."

Qing Xiaoyu's voice stopped abruptly. After all, he was just a sword spirit. When the sword master and the spirit sword itself fell into a rage, the sword spirit could only be forced to indulge in it, temporarily losing the ability to communicate with the sword master.

"No one can replace me here. My goal is to become the greatest genius in Qinglian Dojo." Liu Haiyu pointed at the other Liu Haiyu opposite with the tip of Ruoshui Sword in his hand and said sternly.

Strangely, the other Liu Haiyu on the opposite side also shouted to the sky, almost replicating every subtle movement and manic spiritual power of Liu Haiyu. It's like a person fighting against himself in the mirror.

The next moment, the two Liu Haiyu rushed towards each other and began to chop each other.

There were no sword moves, only violent slashes, and the sharp sword energy collided without any structure.

Boom boom boom, boom boom boom.

The sword energy exploded, and the world was filled with red sword energy.

The postures and auras of the two Liu Haiyus were completely the same, and there was no way to tell them apart.

...

On the other side of the sky and earth platform, Xu Yang, who was watching the battle from a distance, couldn't help but frowned and whispered: "Liu Haiyu lost."

Xicheng Feng, who was sitting on the lotus platform watching the battle, had a complex look in his eyes. He saw the golden jade monk standing there, with golden light swirling in his third golden eye. Liu Haiyu, on the other hand, went crazy and hacked and killed randomly.

Xicheng Fengwu whispered to himself: "Liu Haiyu, who is known for his power of mind, was directly controlled by the magical power of the Jinyu Holy Son and fell into a battle with his own inner demons. This Jinyu Holy Son really should not be underestimated. The statue he just sacrificed" "The Qiankun Bowl" is a top-quality Xuantian spiritual treasure that is almost comparable to an immortal weapon."

At this moment, on a manifest stone on the Jie Ling Mountain in the Zhongyuan Continent, the second place on the Xuantian Lingbao ranking list, four golden fonts "Qiankun Bowl" lit up, shocking the world.

On the heaven and earth platform.

After a while, both Liu Haiyu were exhausted.

Liu Haiyu leaned on the ground with the tip of Ruoshui Sword and knelt on one knee. The mana in his body was almost drained.

In this state, Liu Haiyu felt calm. In his slightly blurred vision, Liu Haiyu opposite him was just a mirror.

"No, I'm under an illusion." Liu Haiyu woke up and whispered.

Liu Haiyu pushed hard with the tip of his sword, and with a bang, the Ruoshui sword let out a sword roar.

Liu Haiyu straightened up and used his left hand to turn into a sword finger to mark the acupuncture points on his chest. Every time a finger fell, his body would tremble violently, and where the finger fell, there was bright red through his clothes.

When Liu Haiyu recovered from his violent state, he looked toward the opposite side with vigilance.

Opposite him, there was nothing. The other Liu Haiyu has long disappeared.

At this moment, a voice came from behind Liu Haiyu.

"All appearances are false."

boom!

The golden monk reached out with one hand and stabbed Liu Haiyu's vest with a sword finger. A powerful and fiery mana penetrated Liu Haiyu's chest like a musket.

Liu Haiyu felt his heart pulse suddenly heat up and tighten, and his body was instantly sealed. He stood straight on the spot, refusing to look back, with a look of unwillingness in his eyes.

"In the second competition of the True Lotus Heavenly Realm, the Golden Jade Holy Son of the Golden Buddha Temple won, while Liu Haiyu of the Qinglian Dojo lost." Xicheng Feng, who was watching the battle on the lotus platform, declared loudly.