"What? Are you Maha's disciple? How is this possible?" The bald dean was shocked. He didn't expect that Maha was still alive, and even more unexpectedly that he actually had his successors. He was really a living Buddha.

Monk Xinming smiled and said, "Yes, the master is 150 years old this year. When he came to Wanxiang Country, he seemed to be 130 years old. At that time, hehe, the dean was still in a state of elegance and joyful age."

The bald dean nodded shyly and suddenly turned to the main topic: "It is the main thing to quickly retreat the enemy, don't talk nonsense here."

Monk Xinming had already been ready. He clasped his hands together and muttered something in his mouth, as if he was chanting some mantras. Just as he was chanting the mantra, the swastika seal on the gate was shining with a shimmering light, as if there was infinite power, which instantly shattered the gate.

With a loud bang, everyone was immersed in the boundless Buddhist teachings. Even if the sound of the door shattered was deafening, they did not feel it. They gradually became peaceful, gradually approached nature, and gradually became the trend of converting to my Buddha.

Hong Meng only felt that the buzzing sound in the Niwan Palace was that these were two different beliefs fighting. He was infected by the swastika seal, and the belief he insisted on was contrary to it. It was incompatible with water and fire. At this time, he wanted to break free from such an involuntary matter.

"The first time I saw the swastika seal, I felt it was extraordinary. It turned out that it had hidden mysteries. Whether it was seals or talismans, weren't they all Tao?"

Thinking of this, he calmly retracted his spiritual consciousness and guided the Spirit Talisman Sutra to swim back and forth in the Niwan Palace. He focused on the Spirit Talisman Sutra and murmured in his mouth. He said the word "Gathering" thousands of times.

"Gathering—Gathering—Gathering—The heaven and earth are one with me, and all things are born with me—Gathering—All things return to the ancestral world—The nine-story platform starts from the earth-this is Tao, this is gathering!"

His body was bathed in Buddhism, and his soul was bathed in self-understanding. His soul gradually condensed, his spiritual consciousness gradually grew, and he found the true meaning of gathering.

Gathering is the intersection of the great way, so that all things are produced. The soul is like this. ** is the same. He devotes himself to it wholeheartedly, condenses his soul and strengthens his spiritual consciousness.

"The universe is in my hand, and all things are born in the body. Since my hand is gathered, all things are scattered. This is the true way!"

His heart was empty, and the Xuanwen and the Spirit Talisman scriptures in the Niwan Palace were intertwined. In other words, Xuanwen deeply understood the meaning of the word "Ji". The Xuanwen was densely covered with patterns and lines. That was the force.

Every time you realize the higher the Tao, the deeper the Taoist text, the stronger the Xuanwen becomes, and the power is essentially one level of Xuanwen. In other words, Xuanwen is one of his own Taos.

When Hong Meng woke up, he found that there was no one beside him. He carefully checked the wounds of his soul, and not only recovered, but also grew a lot. His spiritual consciousness was so strong that he had reached a higher level.

"Senior brother is so happy recently? Master followed a monk to the east gate, so let's go and have a look."

Hong Meng was about to leave, and suddenly there was a woman's voice behind her. He turned around and looked at the student carefully. He couldn't help but say, "Senior Sister, let's go."

It turned out that it was Sun Yun, a former student from the Rune Academy. Sun Yun was once the second place in the Rune Academy. His reputation had long been greater than Hong Meng. When Hong Meng heard her call him senior brother, he felt embarrassed. Although his talisman skills were higher than her, he entered the door at the latest. Hong Meng should have called her senior sister.

"Junior sister, what are you doing here? Let's go to the city gate." Yu Wen, the boss of Rune Academy, said angrily.

When Sun Yun saw Yu Wen coming over, she felt embarrassed. She was about to speak when Hong Meng spoke: "Go together."

The east gate of Fucheng was crowded with people, shouting loudly, and the siege weapons were thrown up from time to time, killing the Fucheng guards complained to the sky. These guards had many things to do with rune masters, but they could not do anything to attack at such a long distance.

Just when they were at a loss, they saw swastika seals hundreds of feet tall suddenly descending from the sky, which just covered the 100,000 troops of Eastern Wu. Suddenly, Buddhist scriptures and Buddhist chants began, and the Buddha's name was everywhere, and waves of peaceful and majestic Buddha singing suddenly started.

The Eastern Wu soldiers with blood boiling qi raised their heads and watched, but unexpectedly they couldn't help but throw down their weapons and stopped rushing. It seemed that a Buddha's seed grew in their hearts, and their souls were purified and they began to repent.

The fighting spirit was disintegrated, and all the soldiers were Indianized by the swastika. They rushed back to their hometown in tears, preparing to spend the rest of their life as the ancient Buddha of the Qinglantern.

The war broke out and the people were suffering. Only the Wu family, who was in charge of the Eastern Wu, was not implicated. They provoked the war with the intention of restraining the Shangyang Kingdom, but they wanted the thirty-six countries to disappear from then on. These thirty-six countries were sandwiched between the Shangyang Kingdom and the Eastern Wu Kingdom, which was both a barrier, a buffer zone, and a trouble for the two countries.

During this war, news came from the Fushi tribe of the Eastern Wu that the Master of the Fushi tribe suddenly died suddenly and was unknown. They even held a funeral with great fanfare, and even the Emperor Wu said goodbye to the Master of the Fushi tribe. The Fushi tribe was so arrogant that he attracted many hidden heroes. Because the clan leader died, the clan could not be disrespectful for a day, so the brother of the Master of the Master, namely the veteran figure in the Fushi tribe, naturally took over this position.

However, on the day when the teacher's soul was buried, there were crowds of people and sent to the Fushi family cemetery, only some people with noble status could enter, and a farce was staged in the cemetery.

The team that saw off for Master Soul came to the tomb of Master Soul. Shi Po suddenly found that there was a young boy in the crowd. The young man looked handsome, but his face was a little pale and looked quite strange.

After all, Shi Po was an old world. He could see at a glance that there was a faint flame mark on the center of the young man's forehead, and a few traces of demonic energy were faintly revealed in his head. He immediately became alert and thought about whether there was such a person in the family.

"Shi Yi, come here," Shi Po said with his eyes squinted, "Is there anyone among the family's distinguished guests? Where did he come from?"

The Shiyi likes to put on airs in front of others, but he dares not in front of the new patriarch. He answered respectfully: "His name is Wang Qiong, and he claims to be a friend of the master's soul. As for his origin, we dare not ask carefully, and he speaks quite loudly."

Shi Po said oh, his eyes full of suspicion. He was embarrassed to question Wang Qiong in front of everyone, but he just buried the soul of the teacher in despair according to etiquette.

He finally squeezed out a few tears and howled dryly: "My brother! Why did you go--"

The tombstone was placed and everyone was about to leave, but they heard a loud bang, and an explosion came from behind. They quickly turned around and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The tombstone of the master's soul was smashed!

They stared at Wang Qiong incredibly and thought to themselves, who is this? How dare they challenge the status of the Fu Shi tribe and the majesty of the Fu Shi tribe? He doesn't want to live anymore? This is the territory of the Fu Shi tribe. Once they enter here, they cannot let outsiders.

"Damn it! Who are you? Why did you destroy my brother's tombstone? Aren't you afraid that my Fushi tribe will chase you all over the world?" Shi Po's face turned pale. The young man in front of him was obviously slapping him in the face. He encountered this incident as soon as he took office. So who knows if someone else will come to Fushi tribe to make trouble in the future?

"I am Wang Qiong, who specializes in killing traitors and evil people! The crimes of the Fu Shi clan are so numerous that you can't write. Ask yourself, should you kill innocent people yourself? How many people did Master Soul kill in the battle in Feihunjian? And the innocent people in the village, you can say it with your conscience." Wang Qiong stood next to Master Soul's grave, holding his head up straight, without any fear.

The Master Soul snorted coldly: "Children Huangkou, they are just ants. Do you still need to pay for your life if you kill the ants by chance? Come and take them down!"

The young disciples of the Fushi clan came from behind and quickly surrounded Wang Qiong, but Wang Qiong said disdainfully: "Emperor Wu, you must know the crimes of the Fushi clan. Why not eliminate this guy who killed without blinking?"

Everyone was shocked. Unexpectedly, Wang Qiong was even more courageous than Tian. Not only did he offend Shi Po, he came to provoke Emperor Wu again.

The Emperor Wu was choked by these words, stammered for a long time, then shook his sleeves and said, "Why are you, a boy, judge the mistakes of others? Shi Po, spare him so that the cultivators in the world will not accept it."

Shi Po glared at Emperor Wu, but hesitated for a long time before he made up his mind: "Kill him!" He was about to establish his authority when he took office. Since Emperor Wu was not allowed to kill people, he violated the imperial edict and ordered the murder.

The rest of the people were originally mixed with each other, and they had their own hearts. Who doesn’t have a selfish mind? They still know how to laugh at it.

Looking at the unfamiliar children of the Fu Shi clan, Wang Qiong was originally disdainful to draw the sword, but when facing a person like Shi Po, he had to draw out his sword: "As soon as the Blood Demon Sword is unsheathed, he can only return to the sheath by drinking blood. Then use your blood to worship the dead souls!"

A dazzling light emanated from the sword edge, and even the fool could see that it was a peerless sword. The light of the sword body was flowing, with a faint demonic energy swaying, and its power was amazing. A sharp sword without any flaws from beginning to end gently cut through the throats of the disciples of the Fushi clan and took their lives.

In an instant, before the many elders could react, they saw young men screaming and falling to the ground. The face of the master changed again and again. He didn't expect that there was such a sharp thing in the world. He felt the breath of the sword carefully, and suddenly realized that this aura had been seen somewhere before. He couldn't help but turn his gaze to Emperor Wu.

Emperor Wu was surprised. He touched the dagger in his arms, and a jealousy arose: "How could he, a kid, temper the immortal sword to such a state? Is this the way of power? Or the way of disaster? This - this is not done by human power!"

"Catch him!"

Almost the Emperor Wu and Shi Po spoke at the same time, unswervingly trying to take down Wang Qiong. They themselves disdained to take action, but they still let the people around them take action. However, Wang Qiong fought against the eight masters without falling into the wind, and a breath of death was lingering all over his body, which made people dare not get close to him.

Everyone was so angry that they would keep the young boy even if they were about to die. However, Wang Qiong, who was covered in death, came and went freely, and finally left with the eight-clawed demon bead amid the sound of spitting.

This incident spread throughout the Eastern Wu, and everyone laughed at the incompetence of the Fu Shi clan and the hypocrisy of the dignified Wu Huang.
Chapter completed!