Beiyin Great Sage Chapter 265

  Chapter 265 Going home (seeking a monthly pass)

  100 meters!

   With a huge body that is dozens of stories high, the coercion brought by it is difficult to describe in simple words.

   Actually, the monster under the Poole Building is bigger, but that thing feels more like a combination of psychosis.

   is an illusory existence.

influences,

   Most of it is in the mind.

   People subconsciously ignore its huge size.

  The reclining Buddha standing upright in front of him has a height of 100 meters, but it is solid. Just shaking his body can cause the ground to shake.

  Thick legs, like Optimus pillars.

  The head hangs down, like a **** or Buddha looking down at the common people.

  A greedy, hungry desire appeared on the cheeks that should have been filled with compassion, giving people a sense of ferocity and terror.

  The reclining Buddha's eyes only paused on Zhou Jia, and then he looked towards Zheng Lao and his group, like Liuli's eyes flickering strangely.

   "Amitabha!"

   Chanting the Buddha's name, the reclining Buddha stretched out his big hand, covering the crowd from a distance.

  The big golden hand is like a cattail fan that covers the sky and the sun. With five fingers stretched out, the clouds are blown away.

  In an instant.

  It seems that Wuzhi Mountain is falling, and the perception is dark in all directions, like a prison cage.

  Even Mr. Zheng couldn't help but despair in his heart, his physical body seemed to be frozen in place, and he couldn't move under that coercion.

   It's over!

  Everyone looked hopeless.

   In the face of such infinite power, the number of people is useless.

   "Hoo..."

  In the stagnant space, a gust of wind rose, and Zhou Jia quietly appeared in the field holding an ax shield.

  His body was straight and tall, he looked up at the giant golden palm above, his left arm trembled slightly, and raised the shield against the falling big hand.

  Five elements Tiangang!

  The cultivation base of breaking half of the seventh pass, blessed by the dragon and tiger Xuantai, is comparable to breaking half of the nine pass.

Violence!

   On the basis of the original strength, his strength has increased dramatically again. Even the black iron peak powerhouse, when it comes to strength, I am afraid that he is far behind him.

  The keel of the left arm trembled and met the Xuanwu shield.

  In an instant.

  The source force rushed out along the Xuanwu shield, turning into a huge shield with a size of 100 meters, appearing above everyone's heads.

  The five-color streamer on the shield wanders indefinitely, and finally turns into a black tortoise shell with substance.

   Just take a look.

  The tortoise shell gives people an indestructible texture.

   "Boom!"

  The golden giant palm fell on the black tortoise shell, the air stagnated slightly, and the next moment there was a roar like a stormy sea.

  The huge square was filled with ferocious cracks in an instant.

   ground,

   Suddenly sank a few inches.

  A wave of air visible to the naked eye erupted from the mountainside, sweeping in all directions, even pushing away the white clouds in the surrounding sky.

   Layers of air waves can be clearly seen from tens of miles away.

  The power of one blow is so terrifying!

"Humph!"

  Zhou Jia groaned, his arms trembling:

"Walk!"

   "Go!"

  Old Zheng returned to his senses, with surprise and surprise in his eyes, but he knew that now was not the time to talk, so he hurriedly yelled at the others:

   "Go!"

   "Downhill!"

   "Wow..."

  Others came back to their senses one after another, looking at Zhou Jia as if they were looking at a god, and before they had time to think, they all turned and rushed down the mountain.

   Although there are many of them.

   But this level of fighting has nothing to do with the number of people.

  Staying is nothing but death, even with the strength of Mr. Zheng, it is impossible to help.

  Missing a hit, the reclining Buddha's face sank.

  The glazed eyes the size of doors and windows showed anger, and when they saw the 'food' about to flee, their expressions became more ferocious.

   "Mercy!"

  Recite the Buddha's name, it steps forward, and punches out horizontally with five fingers clenched.

  Large size often means slow movement. After all, being too heavy will increase consumption and increase resistance. This is common sense.

  But this common sense obviously cannot be applied to the reclining Buddha.

  It is like a body with magical powers, stepping on its feet, moving forward regardless of air resistance, and the punching arm is like punching a big hole in the void.

  Listen to the wind!

  God!

   Zhou Jia raised his head, and everything in the world suddenly became slow in his perception.

wind,

   Flying in disorder.

  The golden fist smashed through the air, pulling out a milky white airflow between the fingers, and the huge arm moved forward in a straight line.

   This straight line includes him, and even covers many figures behind.

   Enlightenment!

  Countless boxing techniques came to mind one by one, and every detail of the reclining Buddha's boxing was magnified in his mind, and even the changes in it were deduced.

  Twenty meters ahead is when the fist is weakest.

  A kind of enlightenment suddenly came to mind.

   "Shua!"

  With a thought, Zhou Jia turned into a streamer, rushed forward 20 meters, rolled his body, and smashed down hard with the shield in his hand.

  At the moment he smashed down the shield, the reclining Buddha's fist also appeared at this moment.

   "Boom!"

  The huge strength directly interrupted the reclining Buddha's fist, the golden fist smashed to the ground, and the 100-meter-high body couldn't help shaking.

  The next moment.

  Five-color lightning appeared in the field.

  Zhou Jia holds a double-edged axe in his hand, and swings the ax blade at a speed that is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and the light of the thunder ax shines.

  The light of the ax turned into a hundred, and a hundred times turned into a million. For a while, the narrow space was full of five-color thunder lights pouring down, and spread upwards along the arm of the reclining Buddha at an alarming speed.

  Five thunders!

   "Boom!"

   "Boom!"

  Five-color thunder burst out from the inside out.

   The golden fist was the first to bear the brunt and shattered on the spot. The huge golden arm was swallowed, torn, and even shattered by countless thunder snakes.

  The thunder stretched for a hundred meters, smashing the arm of the reclining Buddha, and even fell on the huge head.

   "Boom!"

  Half of the head collapsed suddenly.

  The golden liquid fell from the sky like raindrops, and the 100-meter reclining Buddha couldn't help screaming in pain, and his body fell obliquely.

  The people who were running wildly in the middle below were all ecstatic when they saw this scene.

  The reclining Buddha, who is so powerful, is not Zhou Jia's opponent?

  What else is there to be afraid of?

   "Peng!"

  A big hand was thrown out, and Zhou Jia was directly thrown out. The huge force made him smash into the rocks and plunge into the mountain to an unknown depth.

  The reclining Buddha lying on the ground struggled to get up, and the damaged head and broken arm healed quickly by swallowing rocks.

   In the blink of an eye, it has already begun to take shape.

   "Run!"

  Elder Zheng withdrew his gaze, his face gloomy:

   "There is more than one Buddha on this mountain, hurry down!"

   As he spoke, he looked at Liang Xingzhi, Chang Wuming and others with a little surprise in his eyes.

  Many of these people broke through to the black iron realm. Zhou Jia's strength is really amazing, and he was able to bring out so many masters.

  Others also came back to their senses one after another, and helped others escape down the mountain while running.

   Fortunately, after the Reclining Buddha appeared, the Arhats, Bodhisattvas and others obediently retreated to the side one by one, making no further movements, which made it easier for them to escape.

   "Boom!"

   "Boom!"

   "Boom boom!"

  Zhou Jia was among the rocks, and the place where he was located was bombarded by the furious reclining Buddha, and the surrounding rocks were scattered like mud.

  Holding the shield in his hand, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, he stiffly supported the incoming punch.

   Waiting for the punch to slow down, he finally rushed out from the mountain.

  One person and one Buddha look at each other, and the size of the body is very different. At this moment, it is no longer an insurmountable limit.

   "Hoo..."

  Zhou Jia exhaled turbid air lightly, the five thunder ax techniques of the Dzogchen realm echoed in his mind, and subtle electric arcs quietly appeared in the void.

  In addition to the five thunders and bangs, the rest of the original ax techniques are slowly taking shape.

   "Amitabha!"

  The squinting eyes of the reclining Buddha, although it is a product of the abyss, and its nature is hard to get rid of, but the origin and characteristics of this body give it a bit of special spirituality.

  It seems that he has some kind of control over the future in the dark.

Danger!

  The tiny ant-like existence in front of him actually gave it an extremely dangerous feeling, and this feeling became stronger and stronger.

   Chanting the Buddha's name, the reclining Buddha took the lead.

   Nirvana Buddha palm!

  Some kind of special instinct allows it to naturally control the source of heaven and earth, and the palm falls, as if it covers the cycle of life and death.

  In Zhou Jia's view, although the reclining Buddha's palm technique is high, his moves are full of flaws.

   However, its huge size and terrifying strength could have covered up all its shortcomings, but the opponent it met was Zhou Jia.

  God!

   During the slowdown period, all shortcomings will be magnified.

   Zhou Jia moved forward, his body was like lightning, and the double-edged ax weighing a thousand catties turned into an afterimage and slashed on the incoming palm, bombarding continuously.

   "Boom!"

  The violent roar caused smoke and dust to fill the air, and also caused the reclining Buddha to lose track of his opponent for a while.

where?

  Looking down at the mess on the ground, the Reclining Buddha felt a warning sign in his heart, and suddenly raised his head to look up, and a thick thunder light made his eyes narrow.

   Crazy thunder shook the sky!

  The power of thunder pushed Zhou Jia from top to bottom, and the 100-meter-long thunder was like a **** wielding an axe, cutting a deep mark on the reclining Buddha.

   And thunder, more than one.

   "Boom!"

   "Crack!"

  Nine thunderbolts bombarded the reclining Buddha continuously at an astonishing speed, and the huge force directly cut out the cracks that went deep into the bone marrow.

  Hot golden blood flowed out from the gap.

"Roar!"

  Under the pain, the Reclining Buddha couldn't help but roared up to the sky. The roar was full of pain, which also caused several figures on the top of the mountain to open their eyes.

   Shua!

  The gazes were far apart and fell on the field.

  If there is substance in that gaze, with heavy coercion, looking at the figure that looks like a flea in front of the Reclining Buddha, murderous intent emerges.

  Zhou Jia gritted his teeth tightly, turning his body into a streamer and turning around the reclining Buddha rapidly.

   Thunder and bang!

   Three body steps!

   Shua!

  Dacheng's three body steps can produce three afterimages that are difficult to distinguish between true and false, and even the extreme speed allows the afterimages to have real attacks.

   And at this time.

  Seven Zhou Jias suddenly appeared in the field.

  Every Zhou Jia held up his double-edged axe, and slashed five-colored thunder towards the reclining Buddha.

   "Boom!"

   "Boom..."

  The 100-meter-high reclining Buddha began to collapse at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  The arm collapsed, the legs were broken, the chest and abdomen were blasted into huge holes by the thunder, and the head was also blown away by the five-color thunder.

  The 100-meter reclining Buddha, whose strength is definitely no less than that of a black iron peak master holding a high-grade black weapon, was actually beheaded by him on the spot!

   "Wow..."

  Zhou Jia leaned back, only feeling a powerful source force pouring into his body, pushing the Shenhuang Jue, which broke through seven stages and half, to become stronger rapidly.

  In the blink of an eye, it was not far from breaking the eighth level.

  Besides getting Yuan Xing, it has been many years, and I don't have the feeling of such a skyrocketing cultivation base, and I can experience it again today.

   But before he could feel it carefully, two distorted halos blasted from above, falling on him regardless of the distance in space.

   "Peng!"

  The huge force directly sent Zhou Jia flying hundreds of meters. Even the violent body couldn't help but vomit blood.

  In an ancestral hall on the top of the mountain, three gods and men slowly stood up straight.

  The aura of each god-man is much stronger than that of the reclining Buddha, almost breaking the black iron limit.

   Guanyin Temple.

  Taller than the reclining Buddha, Guanyin with a compassionate face opened his eyes, held a jade bottle in his hand and swayed the willow branches, and turned around slowly.

  Somewhere square.

  A golden Maitreya statue of more than 200 meters stretched its muscles and bones, looking into the distance.

   Buddhist Temple!

  Thousand Buddha Caves!

   Buddha statues quietly appeared.

  Infinite coercion emerged from all directions, which also made Zhou Jia's complexion sink, and he turned into a stream of light and rushed down the mountain without caring about other things.

   Escape!

  This mountain is simply not accessible to people in the Black Iron Realm.

   Foot of the mountain.

   "Om..."

  In the empty broken hall, a vortex quietly emerged.

  The strange fluctuations also attracted the attention of people nearby, and a group of figures rushed towards here at high speed.

  The celestial instrument of Eagle's Nest will be opened according to the agreed time.

   "You go in first!"

  Old Zheng stuffed something into Xing Qi's hand, and said anxiously:

   "There is a source of marrow inside, tell Golden Eagle to keep the passage open, this time we will pick up all the survivors."

   Having said this, I couldn't help but look back, my eyes were sad.

   There were originally more than 2,000 people, but now the number is less than 300, and a large part of them are wounded.

  Thousand Buddha Mountain!

  Looking up at the majestic mountains, the deafening roar is still there, making people worry about Zhou Jia's situation.

"Walk!"

   Putting away distracting thoughts, he pushed Xing Qi into the passage.

  'Although there are fewer people, there are more masters. There are nearly ten black irons, and two middle-stage black irons, plus many high-ranking mortals. '

  'This kind of power is not weak in Shicheng! '

   "Everyone come here!"

  Old Zheng raised his voice and shouted loudly:

   "The opposite is Hong Zeyu, our Eagle's Nest. When you get there, you will no longer be in danger and you can settle down."

   Paused, he scanned the audience and spoke slowly:

   "There are no man-eating monsters out there!"

   "There will be no aliens who kill people at will!"

"There…"

   "It's our new hometown!"

   There was silence in the field.

  Old Zheng's voice was hoarse and old, without any emotional fluctuations, but it had an inexplicable appeal, which made everyone slowly raise their heads when they heard the sound, and hope gradually appeared in their dead eyes.

"Well…"

  I don't know who it is, suddenly knelt down and cried bitterly, sobbing softly.

  The crying seemed to be contagious, with tears in their eyes one after another. The experiences of these days have caused them to encounter and suffer too much.

   "Let's go!"

  Yin Ji touched the tears in the corners of his eyes, helped someone up, and walked towards the passage:

   "Let's go home!"

"right!"

  Old Zheng nodded, nodding with tears in his eyes:

   "Let's go home!"

   "Go home!"

  He waved desperately and shouted at the top of his voice to gather the crowd, watching a figure disappear into the passage.

   "Old Zheng."

  Liang Xingzhi appeared in front of him, looked back at Qianfo Mountain, and was worried:

   "What about Uncle Zhou?"

   "Zhou Jia." Elder Zheng looked back with complicated eyes:

   "He'll be fine."

   "Uncle Zhou won't go back with us?"

"Do not."

  Old Zheng bowed his head:

   "He'll go the other way."

  (end of this chapter)

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