dhibooks Chapter 207 Peerless One Finger
Chapter 207 Peerless One Finger
Chapter 207 Peerless One Finger
A huge image of an old man emerged from the void, his eyes swept across the crowd with incomparably cold eyes, and finally fixed on the Nether Bana flower wrapping Jiujie.
The old man raised his hand, and gently caressed the Nether Bana Flower with his huge palm. The Nether Bana Flower opened, revealing the Nine Commandments inside.
"My good apprentice, as a teacher, I will not allow you to die." Black, gold and purple lights appeared on the old man's palm, and three phantoms of the old man in different clothes and the size of a normal person appeared around Jiu Jie.
One has dark eyes, with magic patterns on his face, and is full of demonic energy; the other has golden eyes, solemn treasure appearance, and is dressed in a glazed cassock; the last one is immortal, dressed in a white robe, and lingers with purple energy all over his body.
The phantoms of the three old men shot together, and their fingers were all over Jiu Jie's body. The golden Buddha's light, the black magic energy, and the purple fairy energy all circulated in Jiu Jie's body.
The two huge Buddha statues in the Nine Precepts Consciousness Sea stabilized, and the black Supreme Demon Sutra and the golden Supreme Buddha Sutra were recited, echoing in the Nine Precepts Consciousness Sea.
Outside, two figures with demon energy and Buddha light also opened their mouths to recite the Supreme Demon Sutra and the Supreme Buddhist Sutra, only the figure in white robe watched the Nine Precepts silently, turning into a purple ray of light and entering Jiujie's sea of consciousness easily entered the golden Buddha statue.
Jiu Jie's injury is recovering rapidly, and his heart is back to normal.
The figure in Buddha's light stopped chanting, and also turned into a golden ray of light that sank into the sea of consciousness of the Nine Precepts, and easily entered the black golem.
"My apprentice's body is much stronger than when we first met, and some secrets are even curious to me as a teacher."
Finally, the figure of the monk wearing a glazed cassock and covered with golden Buddha light stopped chanting, and lightly scratched Jiujie's body with his finger. A deep scar immediately appeared on Jiujie's body, and ethereal flames emerged from the wound and wrapped around it. Watching the monk's fingers burn wildly, but he couldn't hurt the monk at all.
The monk's index finger and thumb were lightly squeezed tightly, and the flame of nothingness was pulled out like a thread, and he put it in front of his eyes to watch carefully, with surprise in his eyes:
"This level of power should not be able to appear in the Mysterious Spirit Realm, although it is still very weak."
The monk laughed heartily again and said, "However, my good disciple, the more secrets you have, the more I look forward to how far you can grow as a teacher."
The monk's fingers were scrubbed, and the flame of nothingness was wiped out. He shook his hand lightly, and lightly wiped the scar on Jiu Jie's body with his fingers, and the scar instantly healed without leaving even a scar.
"If you hurt my disciple, I will take your life to make up for it, Amitabha!" The monk looked at the motionless Master Ziwei, clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's mantra lightly, and the body of Master Ziwei began to dissipate.
At the time of life and death, Ziwei’s Yuanshen became sober in this fixed space, looking in horror at the indifferent monk in the distance, Yuanshen wanted to struggle, but couldn’t break free, Ziwei’s Yuanshen A tiny golden light appeared in the soul, and the whole soul suddenly burst into cracks like cracked porcelain. Under the desperate eyes of Ziwei's real soul, the soul shattered and dissipated completely.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, life is death, and death is life, it doesn't matter if you don't enter the whirling hell, Amitabha." The monk recited softly again, and his figure disappeared.
The huge image of the old man in the air withdrew his big hand, Jiu Jie fell into the Nether Bana Flower again, and the Nether Bana Flower wrapped Jiu Jie unconsciously again.
The old man looked at Kun Fan and the remaining four patriarchs, and snorted coldly:
"Punish each of you, and be a slave to my Four Sacred Gates for ten thousand years."
The dharma signs of the ancestors of the sect dissipated, and the Futian mirror in Kun Fan's hand turned into a stream of light and flew towards the old man. Kun Fan and the ancestors of the other four sects Qiqi were planted with a strange dharma seal. disappeared.
"Help me out again, disciple."
After the image of the old man finished all this, he was silent for a while, pointed towards the southeast direction casually, and then pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth, and the huge image completely disappeared in this world.
The moment the image of the old man disappeared, the world immediately came alive.
As the dust hit the ground, the city guard's expression moved, and Shao Yingjie's black hammer continued to fall.
Kun Fan flipped his palm over, but was suddenly stunned, because he found that the Futian mirror in his hand had disappeared:
"This…………"
Kun Fan looked at his empty palm in disbelief.
The patriarchs of the four major sects were also stunned, the dharma figures in the sky disappeared, and what was even more strange was that the real Ziwei disappeared.
"Have you ever seen fellow Taoist Ziwei leave?" Patriarch Chaotian said in astonishment.
Daoxu Daoxu and Patriarch Xingyue looked at each other, and they both saw the doubt in each other's eyes.
"It's unreasonable to dare to run away. After reporting to the Marquis of the state, he will definitely not be spared, and that Chi Yangzi who disappeared is a softie." Patriarch Li Xiao roared in a loud voice, and his disciple Lei The strength is dead, the vengeance is eager, and the murderous intent is the heaviest towards Jiujie and the group.
Kun Fan and the four patriarchs were a little dazed, and the air that was originally bursting with murderous intent suddenly fell into a strange peace.
At this moment, Yanhe on the ground was sweating profusely. He didn't know what happened, but a lot of cold sweat suddenly appeared on his body. I feel scared even thinking about it.
Time goes back to a short period of time before the old man's image disappeared, a thousand miles southeast of Kirigakure City.
Dozens of blood-red figures ran wildly in the dense forest, and each figure looked exactly the same. It was Li Yanfeng who was sent by Jiujie to fetch something.
When Li Yanfeng obediently arrived at the place designated by Jiujie, a white cube flew into his hand from a distance, and the people who followed made him terrified.
Hou Chenyou of Yunzhou, with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face, stepped forward as if taking a stroll in the courtyard. With just one ordinary step, he directly crossed hundreds of miles and came to him in an instant.
Li Yanfeng's heart exploded in an instant, he wanted to challenge Shen You to take his position, but it was not now.
Li Yanfeng turned around and fled with the white square without saying a word, while Shen You chased after him leisurely.
Li Yanfeng tried his best, several clones were easily wiped out by Shen You, as if he could see through his body.
When Li Yanfeng split into dozens of clones for the last time, his main body plunged headlong into the soil, hiding all his aura, and put the white square into his storage ring, hiding without daring to breathe. He said, silently complaining about Jiujie in his heart, but he didn't dare to insult him at all, even if he had a disrespectful thought about Jiujie, his head would have a splitting headache.
A small red sword penetrated the ground and appeared between Li Yanfeng's eyebrows.
"Your skills are of the same origin as mine, so it's useless to hide anywhere." Shen You stood on the ground above Li Yanfeng's head, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.
"It's just a white rag, what's the matter?" Li Yanfeng's figure broke through the ground, looking at Shen You in embarrassment, with deep fear and a trace of fear in his eyes. This is the third time he has been so desperate. Two hours ago, it was planted in Jiu Jie's hands; the last time it was six hours ago, it was also planted in Jiu Jie's hands.
"That white rag destroyed my palace, which is worth tens of billions of spiritual stones. What do you think?" Shen You said calmly.
(End of this chapter)