MTL - I Am Immortal-Chapter 168 Great profit, mercy!

  Chapter 168 Big profit, mercy!

  The sword energy was like frost, and it dissipated after a long time.

  The old Taoist opened his eyes and looked ahead.

He was about to die, but when he heard the hustle and bustle around him, it froze in an instant. The sky was clear and everything was quiet. Suddenly, it seemed that he had turned into a world that should be peaceful. Silk's panic and fear, and then the wind blew, and the monster slowly collapsed and annihilated.

   Silently.

   What a magnificent scenery.

In a vast area of ​​thousands of miles, all the monsters died, and when the wind blows, they disperse like dust falling on the ground, and at the same time, what also collapses is the towering, seemingly invincible Taoist supernatural power, the young Taoist The appearance of the sky and the earth collapsed, annihilated, and completely disappeared in the wind, and the power borrowed from the heavens and the earth and the mountains and rivers returned.

  The majestic Xuantan of the 24 Dharma Drum level has gathered an unknown amount of power from Zhongzhou, and it can only support a slash with a sword.

   But with just one sword, hundreds of thousands of demons and monsters were all exterminated.

  The young Taoist slowly opened his eyes.

There were many wounds on his body in an instant, because he forcibly controlled the backlash brought by such a terrifying power. His state of mind would not be lost in the power of the law, heaven and earth, but the incomparably majestic qi was not a human body. The qi of heaven and earth is the qi of heaven and earth, but if he is entrusted by himself, he will definitely suffer backlash.

  Even if he himself is only the altar starter.

After shaking hands, the flow of Xiantian Qi in the body became a little jerky. Daomen already knew their fate with a single Xiantian Qi. Qi Wuhuo's Yuanshen sensed that his life span was only about a hundred years, and this time his lifespan The reduction in the number cannot be made up with pills, carrying all living beings, and killing his life.

   It is no longer possible to make up for it externally.

Most of the things that can make up for the life span are to forcibly restore the body and soul to a youthful state, but now that he is an innate qi in this Taoist sect, his life span has been directly cut by three Jiazi. For [Heaven Injury], the young Taoist lay back and looked at the sky, with the wind blowing across his cheeks, he just closed his eyes.

   "It's a big profit."

  …………

   In the void, the group of demons were shattered, and a figure was forcefully forced out, coughing up a big mouthful of blood, with a confused expression, and said: "How is it possible, how is it possible to have such supernatural powers..."

  He already felt that he had absolutely no security problems—

  He has great supernatural powers.

  It doesn't matter the ontology prototype.

Abandoning one's own physical body and a little bit of spirituality, and only circulating and changing among the filthy demons. Among the thousands of monsters, as long as one is alive, then he is alive, even if he is besieged and killed by the North Pole Exorcist Court. The thunder method blasted by him can also be revived from other bodies.

  It is the so-called indestructible primordial spirit, a little true spirit, which will last for thousands of kalpas, inexhaustible in chopping, and inexhaustible in killing. It is a mysterious scripture method that is extremely difficult to deal with.

  He even hid many filthy demons and never let them fight.

   is the way out for yourself.

  That's why he dared to provoke the Arctic Exorcism Academy so boldly.

  But just now, just that sword.

   Just a sword!

   His prepared body.

  All, all, all beheaded!

   Destroyed!

The man shrouded in the thick and evil miasma had a ferocious face, and he clutched his chest. Just now, under absolutely unavoidable circumstances, he took a sword with his body, and the fairy armor of his body was split. He said ferociously: "This is... the method of the Xuantan, gather all the luck of the stars, the earth, the water officials, the human way, and all living beings, and then draw out a sword."

   "Whose way is he cultivating!"

   "Whose method is practicing!"

   "Why is it so heterogeneous, and why is it so pure!!"

"Where did this lunatic Taoist priest come from, is he dying?! The world is so heavy, how can a mere Taoist priest be able to bear it?! It is so heavy, like a person carrying a thousand weights, there must be a cause and effect that is heavy, cutting you Your longevity will reduce your blessings, and you will die without a place to bury you!"

Under the resentment in his heart, he was about to kill the exhausted young Taoist directly, but suddenly there was a chill behind his back, and then his pupils shrank suddenly, almost instinctively, they suddenly turned into tens of thousands of bodies and spread out, just reluctantly Dodging a knife, the heavy long knife only has a blade that is more than a mile long, and it slashed down suddenly, the blade was wrapped in thunderbolts, and a crack was opened in the mountain range on one side.

  The figure recovered.

  However, he saw Mr. Lingmiao who opened the heavy armor, gave up defense, and pursued absolute killing.

  Missed, but not afraid, just turned around, the long-handled war knife used in the fight on the battlefield was wrapped in the power of the first move just now, and slashed down again, the kind-hearted Mr. Lingmiao burst into anger and shouted:

   "Die!!"

   "It's just the truth, who wouldn't!"

The man also seemed to know that it would be difficult to escape this time, the evil miasma dissipated, and he also showed a change in his original appearance, turning into a slightly lower than Lingmiaogong Mountain's original appearance, but also an extremely huge posture, so that The state of the body puts great pressure on the Yuanshen, but the amount of Yuan Qi and the speed of mobilizing Yuan Qi have greatly increased.

   is an all-round improvement.

  The two gods and demons who showed their true colors were fighting, and suddenly there was a fierce dragon chant, thunder and fire rolled, and fell from the sky.

   Slammed **** the man's back, the huge thunder and fire rolled and circulated, making his body stiff, making him stagger forward, directly bearing Lingmiao Gong's knife, Yuanshen almost couldn't hold it.

  The real dragon hovers in the void, its golden pupils are cold.

  The air engine burned and turned into a golden-red cloud, vaguely already having the strength of a dragon king.

Ao Liu directly used his body to forcibly resist the man's lore supernatural power, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and his eyes were determined: "Mr. Lingmiao, do it!" People, but where the responsibility lies, dereliction of duty is dereliction of duty, and at this moment, he is almost desperate to play.

  Mr. Lingmiao is not a rigid person, and his sword skills are getting more and more domineering.

  That aura, as if even if he killed Ao Liu together, he would not let this man go.

  In this war, the land only lost a lot.

  Mr. Lingmiao saw the juniors whom he was acquainted with fall one by one before his eyes. His heart was grieved, and he was already full of anger.

  Under the battlefield of immortals and gods, people in the world have completed their own battles.

They themselves truly protected their homeland under the arrangement of gods and demons that can be called the level of true emperors, and protected their homeland under crazy monsters, even if they paid an extremely heavy price, soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals, this was originally It is the catastrophe that rushed to destroy the entire Zhongzhou within half a day, and it was a tragedy that absolutely surpassed the background of Zhongzhou according to divination.

  But people are not plants, nor are they counting chips.

   It is human beings who are always meaner than expected, but it is also human beings who exceed the upper limit of expectations under desperate circumstances.

A soldier was panting heavily, holding a broken spear in both hands, his body was trembling, he watched all the monsters disperse, he couldn't believe it at first, and then he survived, that kind of feeling like a dream , let him murmur: "I survived..."

   "Hahaha, I survived, Li Laosan, do you know that I survived?"

   "Li Laosan, Li..."

  He turned around and saw his comrade-in-arms fell to the ground, looking at the sky with dim eyes.

   No one answered him.

  He looked around and saw the comrades-in-arms who had suffered heavy casualties.

   opened his mouth.

   Suddenly burst into tears.

  Obviously the joy of surviving, but the grief is more and greater.

And in the city lord's mansion, the root of this calamity, the flesh and blood, the roaring demon with endless miserable faces on the branches and leaves, also collapsed, but the evil spirit here is extremely strong. Explosive, to find many human parasites, but at this time, the endless Buddha light that was always checking and balancing this thing disappeared in an instant.

  There was just a monk in gray standing there.

   Put your hands together and look peaceful.

  Do not resist.

So these evil spirits rushed into the monk's body almost instinctively, his face turned pale in an instant, his body trembled slightly, and large beads of sweat slid down his face, but he didn't retreat or avoid it. Shengsheng tolerated the remaining evil spirits, his eyes were peaceful, and he felt the suffering and attachment of all beings amidst the evil spirits, so he just said a word of mercy.

   Immediately there was Buddha light flowing.

  The knot and the wish seal are handed out.

The huge monster of flesh and blood that swallowed the entire city lord's mansion has countless branches and vines, and there are human faces on it, men, women, old and young, painful and persistent. At this moment, all their evil thoughts have been endured by the monk, and under the Buddha's light, these The ferocity on the faces of the people who were engulfed and killed by the monsters in the first place has disappeared, and they have been driven away from malicious madness.

  Free yourself from the **** of this demon.

   "Everyone, let's go."

   "If the North Pole Exorcism Institute comes, they won't care whether you are coerced or not."

   "We, we..."

   "You are not demons, and the common people who are engulfed by evil spirits also have a chance to turn around."

  The monk in gray clasped his hands together, with a gentle face on his pale face, he said, "Everyone, let's go."

  The remaining demonic evil thoughts were madly unwilling: "What are you doing?! What are you doing?! These are also killing people, they are accomplices, they are accomplices, what are you doing..."

  The gray-clothed monk replied: "It is not a crime, it is not a crime, it is not an evil, and it is not an evil."

   "It's bitterness."

   "It is evil that causes the common people to behave like this."

   "Why didn't you kill them! Why!"

  He stepped forward, his eyes were peaceful, he turned the beads, and the Buddha's light flowed under his feet, even to this evil obsession, he would answer:

   "Compassion."

   "Why bear the evil energy?!"

   "Compassion."

If this evil spirit dissipates, some people will inevitably be eroded. This is also the last possibility for this monster to survive. The latter's remaining spiritual thoughts are almost crazy, bewitching crazily: "What about you? You are also a human being, and you will wait because of me." The changes are extreme due to the aura, hahahaha, when the time comes, you will also turn into me..."

   "If your strength falls into Shura, the weight of killing will be lighter than not bearing the evil spirit today and letting me recover!"

   "Why, you think you won't be infected?!"

  The monk's voice was calm: "At that time, the poor monk will kill himself before demonizing himself."

"you-"

   "Seeing the suffering of all beings but doing nothing is not compassion."

   "As for you, you do a lot of evil and take pleasure in endangering the common people. There is no need for the poor monk to say more, only one word."

  The gray-clothed monk took a step forward, raised his right hand, twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand, and wrapped them around the front of his fist.

  Hold tight.

  Eighteen bodhi seeds, all of which emit a clear streamer.

   Punch hard.

  The entanglement of the air mechanism turned into a giant lion roaring and roaring. The Buddha's light was clear, like a burning flame, and the sound shook all directions, but it was upright.

"die!!"

  My Buddha also roars like an angry lion!

  The Buddha's light soared, directly dispelling all the demonic evil spirits remaining in the entire city lord's mansion, and the killing was decisive and merciless! In the end, the Buddha beads fell down, and the bewitching voice left behind by the evil obsession left only a little bit of remnants, and whispered: "You are merciful to all living beings, merciful to innocent people, merciful to those who have fallen into the devil's way, how about yourself?"

  The monk Bodhisattva fell down and replied peacefully:

   "The body of a poor monk does not need mercy."

  Magic thoughts are speechless, collapsed and annihilated.

  The monk carried this evil spirit and left step by step, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

I also only recite the Diamond Sutra, use my body to imprison the evil miasma, and dissolve it away with the Dharma, instead of killing the demon with thunder just now. In that case, many innocent people who were swallowed by him The soul will also disappear because of this. The monk has seen those people, they are very good people, it is already sad to be trapped here, and they should not die.

   No damn.

  In Buddhism, there is Mahayana and Hinayana. The world respects Mahayana, but poor monks only respect Hinayana.

  The Hinayana crosses himself, among them the ascetic monk, the world laughs at his stupidity and bluntness.

  But Buddhism says that everything in the world is corresponding. The suffering and happiness of all people in the world are equal.

  If this is the case, the poor monk will suffer more.

  The world suffers less.

  Austerities for the world.

  The monk walked step by step, leaving a **** mark on his back, his body was in severe pain, his eyes were peaceful, and he just said:

   "Mercy..."

  (end of this chapter)