The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

His expression showed decisiveness. At this moment, what good fortune treasures, what immortal Emperor Godzang is no longer important, there is only one idea, that is, let the white emperor die!

Bu Feifan gave a deep sip. At this moment, he no longer retains any means. Any hidden identity and exposure are all set aside.

"Seek magic!"

"I look forward to kneeling before the Buddha,

I only wish to change her present in this life.

But God does not open his eyes,

Be cruel and not pity.

Sadly, my heart died like a lamp extinguished,

Accompanied by the breeze chasing the beauty.

Buddha does not hesitate me and I disdain,

The sword mountain and the sea of ​​fire rushed into the magic temple.

Three thousand years before the devil,

Looking back at the mortal world and not being a Buddha. "

The vision was turbulent, and a figure of the supreme Buddha sat on the Buddha lotus above the void, with his brows and eyes closed, compassionate and compassionate.

One person kneeled in front of the Buddha, and that was a little novice monk, begging each other bitterly.

Instead of getting the Buddha's pity, he persuaded him to put down the butcher knife and see through all love, hatred, and ignorance.

What a ridiculous thing!

The Buddha was indifferent, and the heart of the novice monk was dead.

Beneath the endless Demon Abyss, in a dark Demon Temple, the devilish energy is divergent, and an eternal demon ancestor is coldly contemptuous.

In the distance, a figure came, looking at the supreme demon, struggling, and finally knelt down with blood and tears.

"Why are you here? Why don't you ask your Buddha?" Mozu asked with a sneer.

"I have karma in my heart, I can't cut away the red dust in my heart," the novice monk whispered to his knees.

"Why can't it be cut?" the demon asked.

"I can't, and I don't want to" the novice grinned bitterly, showing sadness in helplessness.

"Haha, isn't your Buddha self-confident that Dharma is boundless?" The devil sneered.

"Buddha, can't influence me"

The demon ancestor nodded: "You can't participate in Dharma, and you don't have a Bodhi heart. Your Buddha has abandoned him, but why do you think the devil will accept you!"

The novice monk suddenly looked up.

"The ultimate Buddha is a demon. From the moment I let go of the Buddha, I have been a demon."

The Demon Ancestor laughed wildly, and the wild laughter echoed in the Demon Hall and spread out the entire Demon Abyss. He was very satisfied.

The devilish energy was overwhelming, and the novice monk stood up from the demon flame. At this moment, his image changed drastically. On his smooth head, there was a long black hair, still in the Buddha's clothing, but it was already turned into blood.

The "swastika" mark in the eyes that symbolizes the Buddha is no longer in the golden light, all the Buddha's light disappears and becomes a unique magical intent.

At that moment, the devilish spirit was overwhelming!

boom!

The supreme demon body descended from the sky, and quickly became one with Bu Fei, and the power of seeking magic was unfolded, which could increase its own Realm's power. At this moment, Bu Fei directly entered the quasi-sage level and reached the stage of the young king.

He strode to the meteor, straddling the void, and at the same time a small boat appeared at his feet, his own speed reached sixty times the extreme speed, that is the power of three accelerating poems.

He has a loud voice, chanting loudly.

"Drunk lying...beautiful knee!"

"Awake palm... the right to the world!"

"Don't ask...Lian Tianbao!"

"But please... kill the Buddha sword!!"

This is a murderous poem, arrogant, does not respect the Buddha, does not ask for good fortune.

This is a magical poem about the pursuit of power. Just as far as the first two sentences are concerned, it has the ambition of a peerless overlord and the unparalleled tenderness of the king.

The emperor was angry and the mountains and rivers were broken, but this is in the prehistoric, prehistoric world, gods and Buddhas dominate.

The king is alone, and when the king is angry, he will point to the sky with the emperor sword. Even the gods and Buddhas dare to draw the sword.

This is the struggle of the royal power against the divine power!

The divine power is in power and the kingship is in decline, but the king never loses his ambition. The elite soldiers are in control, with their feet on the mountains and rivers. Behind them are millions of lions.

The gods and Buddhas cover the sky with their hands, and see the common people like ants. Even the peerless king in the eyes of the gods and Buddhas is actually just a bigger ant!

But what about that, since ancient times, kings have never been lords, and they have climbed to the top from the grass. They rely not only on the unparalleled strategy of the ages, but also on the millions of black armors behind them. They rely on the heart of the emperor, and This emperor!

The four-language poem is completed, and when the end of the poem falls, the world roars again, and in an instant, thousands of rays of light burst.

The infinite literary spirit rolled, shining in the vision, and a dark red blood sword condensed from the literary energy.

As soon as the blood sword came out, the murderous air filled the world, and a strong murderous intent hovered in the sky above Extraordinary.

"Poem Title: Kill Buddha!"

The name of the poem fell suddenly, and all the visions disappeared. Only the blood sword that bloomed with dazzling blood was left in the world. It pointed to Nine Heavens, on which murderous intent rose to the sky, and the infinite killing intent went straight into the heavens.

The seven sounds of Taixue Dao echoed the earth and the earth, and accompanied by the shocking Nine Heavens' peerless aura, the extraordinary white fingers steadily held the Slaying Buddha Sword in his hand.

Everything is not over yet, and the dull literary energy resounds from the body like a tide. At this moment, even the power of the Nine Apertures and the Sacred Heart is used by Bu Huanfei.

The Nine Orifices to the Sacred Heart can bring the extraordinary power Ascension to the peak of the quasi-sage. At this moment, the extraordinary power can be said to have used all the means, and almost all the ultimate moves that can increase its own strength and destroy the enemy have been displayed.

Even the previous face of the Great Gaidai Tianjiao and the joint siege of the Great Gaidai Tianjiao did not show this kind of extreme means. It can be said how determined this moment is to kill the White Emperor.

Although he tried his best, Bu Feihua still had some dissatisfaction with the system.

The Nine Apertures to the Sacred Heart can Ascension the extraordinary power and bring his most powerful Ascension to the quasi-sage peak level. According to the original expectation, once he passes the Nine Apertures to the Sacred Heart to Ascension the power to the quasi-sage peak level, then With the power of the poem "Pursuing the Devil", I will further increase my own strength.

In doing so, could it be possible to Ascension his own strength to the Sage level, but the system's cold response interrupted all Bu Huan's delusions.

Yes, the power of "Pray for Magic" is indeed the power that can be used for a stage of Ascension, but the effects of the two cannot be superimposed.

The power of the Nine Orifices to the Sacred Heart comes from the system, and the power of the system is above any power. In this case, all power manifestations will be based on the judgment of the system.

Taixue Taoism eight repairs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and singing.

Three years ago, Bufei was in the early days of the flood.

The first time I entered the Taoism by singing, I still remember that a firework is easy to get cold, and opened the first chapter of Bufei Taixue Taoism practice.

At this moment, Bu Fei Huan looked sideways, with a decisive killing intent in his eyes.

In his mind, countless poems and songs were flipped, like pages of paper, and finally one song appeared in his heart.

"The wild land, many heroes, is not afraid of one enemy a hundred people.

People are not timid, Qiu Bixue, look at the blood of my predecessor.

The man is bloody, self-arrogant, and heroic.

Hand-held gold knife, wearing white jade, hungry on the head of the American chief, and thirsty for the blood of Rakshasa.

Children's love, let go, Hanhaizhi, only now.

The man walks thousands of miles with swords, and cuts the gods and demons all the way.

"

The lyrics are loud, endless fighting intent is permeated, it is killing intent, it is quick hate!

A series of tragic visions appeared, and a group of figures appeared in the battlefield of the city with their own hatred, holding the remnants in their hands and fighting frantically.

The shattered armor, shattered swords, disheveled hair, solidified blood covered in blood, is a whirlwind of indignation of the gods and demons.

The sky is angry and the people complain.

The hatred is intertwined, turning into thousands of tribulations and thunder, it is Heavenly Tribulation, and it is also killing tribulation.

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