The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 664: Earth, Water, Wind, Fire, Kyushu into Painting

In the dim underground mausoleum, even the eternal lamp seemed to be affected by some invisible interference. The flame flickered and the light could only reach within three inches.

Especially the ancient mural titled "Eternal Night". Even if you shine a torch on it, it is like a drop in the ocean, and all the light seems to be swallowed up.

"My fellow masters, this third level will be held in the painting. I will go ahead."

In order to reassure everyone, the emperor stepped forward and walked towards the mural. Then, his fat body merged into the mural like water and disappeared.

Taoist Youyun was the second to enter, followed by Taoist Banshan, Taoist Wuchen, Divine Monk Tongji and Divine Monk Kongwen.

Finally, Master Linghui turned around and glanced at Zhang Jiuyang, then put her hand on the hilt of the sword and disappeared into the mural.

Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling looked at each other, then held each other's hands and stepped into the mural.

The feeling was similar to the last time they entered the Baiyun Temple murals. The two felt the world spinning before their eyes, and the void seemed to be twisting and shaking.

The holy infant in Zhang Jiuyang's body moved violently, and the imperial bell in his hand made a slight tinkling sound.

He felt the gathering and dispersing flow of earth, water, wind and fire, a trajectory that was completely different from the real world but unique in its own way.

As shining and mysterious as the stars, full of a certain beauty.

This is the 'Way of Heaven' in the mural world.

Although it is extremely incomplete and not yet complete, it does have a hint of the Tao.

An indescribable shock arose in Zhang Jiuyang's heart. After cultivating the Emperor Bell magical power, he began to gradually comprehend the secrets of space and saw many mysteries that ordinary people could hardly see.

For example, the essence of space is the gathering and dispersion of earth, water, wind and fire. Different operating trajectories will form different spaces.

Stability or collapse, sufficient or depleted spiritual energy, whether life can be born...

These have already involved the realm of creation and contain incredible power. Zhang Jiuyang can only see it initially, and what he sees is just a drop in the ocean.

But the owner of this painting already has the power to reshape the earth, water, wind and fire, and to recreate the sun, moon, and the universe. His comprehension of the great way of space makes Zhang Jiuyang astonished and far beyond his reach.

If the mural in Baiyun Temple shows the Saint of Painting's miraculous skills, then this mural "Eternal Night" shows the awe-inspiring way of space.

The movement paths of water, wind and fire there are a hundred times more exquisite and complex than those in Baiyun Temple, which is almost a world of difference.

It can be seen how much effort the painting saint poured into this painting, so much so that a trace of "heavenly way" was born in this small painting.

"what happened to you?"

A familiar voice woke him up. Yue Ling held his hand and looked at the dark sky and frost-covered ground around him in surprise, with confusion in his eyes.

Zhang Jiuyang was looking at it with great concentration and absorption, as if he was looking at some treasure, but there was nothing around him and it was dead silent. What was there to see?

"It's beautiful."

Zhang Jiuyang couldn't help but sigh.

When everyone heard this, they turned around with strange looks in their eyes.

It seems that Zhang Tianshi's aesthetic taste is a bit special. They used their magic eyes to look for a long time, but couldn't see any beauty at all.

The world here is not only dark and ugly, but it even emits a faint stench, as if the flesh and blood of billions of creatures have piled together and turned into meat paste, fermenting and oozing pus as they rot.

In response to their misunderstanding, Zhang Jiuyang just smiled faintly.

Although all those who came here were the most powerful monks in the world, the only one who could see the mystery here was him who had cultivated the supernatural power of the Emperor Bell.

"Is this the last work of the painting saint? Does it contain the secret of becoming an immortal?"

"But this place is quite big. I used the Thousand Mile Vision Technique to look eastwards, and I have already traveled three thousand miles, but I still haven't seen the end!"

"My divine hearing ability did not hear any sound from any living creature, not even insects, ants or wild beasts."

"In that case, it is just right for us to fight. We can do whatever we want without having to worry about damaging Qianling Mausoleum."

"Amitabha, this old monk looks at it and it seems like the Avici World. I'm afraid it would be unlucky to stay here for a long time."...

In the darkness, a brilliant light lit up, illuminating an area of ​​hundreds of feet.

That is the emperor's dragon-shaped seal.

"This map is as big as the nine states, with mountains and rivers stretching for thousands of miles, but it is full of death. All the masters can cast spells to decide the winner."

"Even if you are defeated, you can stay in this map for a month. If you gain anything, it will all be yours."

After a pause, the emperor smiled and said, "This painting depicts the ancient world of Kyushu. It preserves many city buildings and even the palaces of the ancient sects. It contains many secret treasures that my Daqian royal family has searched for hundreds of years but has not been able to exhaust."

Hearing this, ripples appeared in many people's eyes.

Just now, many of them used their magical powers and discovered this. This place is a death place for ordinary people. The extremely cold weather alone is enough to freeze to death cultivators below the fourth level.

But for these real people who are not afraid of the cold, this place is a mysterious and rich treasure trove.

The cold wind was howling and the snow was falling heavily.

But everyone's hearts began to heat up.

Clang! !

The first sound that was heard was the sound of a sword, which seemed to have been suppressed for a long time. The accumulated sword intent was like a raging tide, which broke out in an instant and came in a mighty manner.

That was Master Linghui's sword, the Yunshui Sword, the most precious treasure of the Shuiyun Sword Temple.

This sword is about three feet seven inches long, and its blade is as clear and ethereal as the water in a snowy pond, reflecting the words "cloud and water", sparkling and dazzling.

The swordsmanship of Shuiyun Sword Temple is often like smoke and clouds when performed, full of murderous intent in the misty water fog. It is extremely beautiful, but also extremely dangerous.

When used by Master Linghui, this sword technique was brought to its peak power.

In an instant, all the wind and snow in the sky were drawn by the sword energy and turned into smoke and mist that covered the sky and the sun. Every wisp of mist was as sharp as the sword energy.

It was as if God had drawn a sword, with the fog as its blade, and thunder hidden within the softness.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but praise him. At the same time, he put his sword fingers together and also used a sword.

Pure Yang swordsmanship!

The sword hairpin flew up like the sun, and in it one could vaguely see the image of a three-legged golden crow, waving its wings of flames and crashing into the sword mist that was sweeping across the sky and earth.

If every wisp of mist is counted as a sword, then Master Linghui has thousands of swords, while Zhang Jiuyang only has one.

But this sword illuminated the world.

No matter how thick the mist was, it could not block the scorching heat of the sun. Even if it contained indestructible sword energy, it was penetrated by the golden sunlight and turned into nothingness.

clang! ! !
The sound of metal echoed throughout heaven and earth, and the surging sword energy cut sword marks in an area of ​​hundreds of feet. Many real people changed their expressions and had to cast spells to block it.

The figure of Master Linghui fell from the sky and retreated four or five steps. She had a look of horror on her face and stared blankly at the gap on the Yunshui Sword in her hand.

Whoosh!
The Pure Yang Sword automatically shrank and turned into a sword hairpin that drilled into his black hair. The golden Taoist runes on it gradually dissipated.

Zhang Jiuyang stood with his hands behind his back, his purple immortal robe fluttering gently. Snow fell from all directions, but not a single drop of it landed on him.

Those clear eyes with distinct black and white looked at everyone quietly.

"Everyone, let's go together."

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(End of this chapter)