Film and Television: The Great Feng Sword Immortal, starting with Lingyue's updo hairstyle

Su Nan felt something and looked up.

A golden Buddha face was seen hovering in the sky above the capital.

This scene is unique in my life. It is like the Buddha descending and overlooking the world from the clouds.

"Is this the Dharma form of Buddhism...?"

Su Nan squinted at the enormous Dharma image beneath the sky, his sword intent surging uncontrollably around him.

With his current strength, plus the magical artifact given to him by the supervisor.

That is enough to break through this Dharma form.

However, killing a second-rank Buddhist master is still too difficult.

"I still need to reach the second rank as soon as possible... Although I am at the peak of the third rank, the further I go, the less capable I become..."

Su Nan let out a sigh.

At this time, the Dharmakāya spoke in human language, and the sound was like thunder exploding, and the sound echoed throughout the capital.

"Supervisor, why don't you dare to see me?"

With a thunderous shout, many cultivators of low cultivation level instantly knelt down.

This image of the Buddha inspired them to submit!

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Haoqi Tower!

Wei Yuan, dressed in a blue robe, stood on the watchtower.

He looked up at a Buddha image that covered half of the capital city; its body was infinitely large and hidden in the rolling dark clouds.

"Slay the bandit Arhat!"

His gaze was calm, his back straight, and his green robe fluttered wildly in the wind, as if he were looking directly at the law.

In the tea room behind them, Yang Yan and Nangong Qianrou sat cross-legged with their heads bowed, struggling against the oppressive aura of the Dharma Image.

The higher one's cultivation level, the greater the pressure one experiences.

"The Buddhist sect remains as powerful as ever," Wei Yuan remarked.

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royal palace.

Emperor Yuanjing, wearing a dragon robe, walked out of his palace accompanied by an old eunuch.

He looked up and gazed at the Buddha's face with its eyebrows raised in the air, as if it were hanging above the palace.

Those piercingly dignified eyes seemed to be fixed on Emperor Yuanjing.

Inside the palace, imperial guards stood ready, spears and halberds in hand.

None of the guards knelt, nor did they show any fear or apprehension.

The entire palace seemed to isolate the majestic presence of the Dharma Image.

"Humph!"

Emperor Yuanjing snorted coldly and turned back to his palace.

Buddhism!

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The capital city has a population of millions, and countless martial artists. Tonight, they are all trembling with fear, as if facing the end of the world.

Everyone who looked at this image felt immense fear and panic.

At the same time, a strong sense of humiliation spread from within!

This is Kyoto!

The capital of the Great Feng Dynasty!

It is the most central city of the Great Feng Dynasty, yet it is suppressed by a Dharma Image!

This is a shame!

Is there no one who can stop Buddhism from gaining power?

A Buddhist statue shocked the entire capital, and the official questioned the supervisor from his high position.

The Imperial Censor is the guardian deity of the Great Feng Dynasty, and the only first-rank master.

Where does this leave the face of the imperial court, the face of the supervisor, and the face of millions of people in the capital?

Countless people are eagerly awaiting the intervention of the supervisor.

Sangbo.

Inside the newly built Yongzhen Mountain and River Temple, the sword that belonged to the founding emperor vibrates and hums, as if waiting for its master's summons!

Amidst the eager anticipation of countless people, a clear and melodious whistle rang out: "Shut up!"

The sound is pleasant and has a clear, bright quality.

Wearing a lotus crown and a tai chi fish cloak, with a cinnabar dot between her brows, Luo Yuheng stepped out of the quiet room, her beautiful hair dancing wildly in the wind.

She looked up at the Buddha's face, stretched out her fair right arm, and suddenly clenched her fist.

From the pool, a rusty iron sword burst forth and landed in her palm.

Luo Yuheng gently tossed the iron sword in his hand: "Go!"

The sword energy, like a rainbow, soared into the sky.

At first, it resembled a thin flame, or a meteorite rising against the heavens.

Before long, the sword tip created an arc-shaped air shield with a diameter of 100 meters, which was an air wave formed by air resistance.

A moment later, the fiery red light illuminated the golden sky, reflecting off the golden Dharma image. The original thin line had grown to an unimaginable size.

It resembles a red waterfall.

The golden-bodied Dharma image snorted coldly, and two giant, sky-reaching hands emerged from the rolling black clouds, attempting to seize the sword light.

Two giant golden hands came together, perfectly trapping the dazzling, star-like sword light within their palms.

The next moment, a thunderclap exploded over the capital!

The hands of the Arhat's image crumbled inch by inch into golden light, followed by the Buddha's face disintegrating. Red sword light mixed with golden light, merging into a magnificent seven-colored hue that danced in the night sky.

This magnificent scene is probably something that the people of Beijing have never seen in their entire lives.

The confrontation between high-level experts instantly intensified the oppressive aura several times over.

Many practitioners who were struggling to stay afloat suddenly coughed up blood and fainted.

Half an incense stick later, the sky returned to silence, the red and golden light faded, the dark clouds dissipated, and a crescent moon hung in the sky.

It's like nothing happened.

Just now.

Suddenly, chanting filled the night sky, and the calm clouds began to churn again.

Deep within the clouds, a golden light shone forth, accompanied by chanting. As the dark clouds churned, another divine image appeared.

Unlike the previous image, this image is more vivid and lifelike, and the Buddha's face is more fierce.

Of course, the momentum was also completely different, far surpassing that of before.

……

"A Vajra-like, wrathful form?!"

Luo Yuheng pursed his lips, turned around and went back to his quiet room, ignoring him completely.

One of the nine major forms of Buddhism is the Vajra Wrathful Eyes, which can only be displayed by a Bodhisattva of the highest rank!

The matter was then handed over to the supervisor; it had nothing to do with her.

at the same time.

Stargazing Tower, Bagua Platform.

The old eunuch, dressed in white, with white hair and a white beard, stood at the edge of the Bagua platform, his hands behind his back, the night wind making his beard flutter.

"The agreement from back then was between you and the royal family, what does it have to do with me?" the supervisor said irritably.

The enormous, boundless Dharma image opened its mouth, its voice booming, but only the Supervisor could hear it: "If it weren't for the intervention of our Buddhist sect back then, would you have been able to reach the first rank?"

“Now that Shenshu has appeared in the world, if you do not give the Buddhist community an explanation, I will come to the capital in person one day.”

"If you dare come to the capital, I'll send you back to your mortal realm."

The supervisor sneered, then asked, "What does your Buddhist sect want?"

"What do you want? You should know how much disaster Shenshu will bring to our Buddhist sect once he regains his physical body," Vajra Dharma Image roared.

"Then do you know how much disaster it would bring to my Great Feng if Shen Shu continued to be sealed in Sangbo?" the supervisor asked rhetorically.

Vajra Dharma Image said, "Your Imperial Observatory made this mess yourselves, and now you expect the Buddhist sect to take the blame?"

"Now that things have come to this, what's the point of saying these useless things? Your Dharma form can only last for half an hour. If you have something to say, hurry up and finish it. Don't disturb the sleep of the people in the capital," the supervisor said impatiently.

"Two things. First, track down the whereabouts of the remnants of the Demon Kingdom and retrieve Shen Shu's severed arm. Second, the Buddhist sect needs to borrow your Heavenly Secrets Disc for three years."

"Come and take it if you dare," the supervisor said calmly.

"it is good!"

The Vajra Dharma form dissipated.

The million people of Kyoto breathed a sigh of relief.

But most of the anger was bottled up inside!

The mighty capital of the Great Feng Dynasty allowed Buddhist monks to act recklessly without anyone stopping them!

What a humiliation!

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