Go freely.
It's like the head of the house, Yuan Buhuan, who created the Sumeru Mountain Realm, of course, is called to come and go as soon as he is called.
But this Xuan Realm was not created by him, but inherited, and it is too vast, with Feng Zikang's current cultivation, it is impossible for a fishy realm of the size of the Sumeru Mountain Realm to come easily, such a vast Xuan Realm, there is a way to reposition the connection, it is already very remarkable. ”，！”
Everywhere he thought, sensing the soul of the Xuan Realm from afar, he only felt a strong force, oppressing himself, like a steel wire grinding meat, faintly painful.
This kind of spiritual oppression, even if he has the Xuan Realm as a confrontation, if he is not careful, his divine thoughts may dissipate and be severely injured, if it is not for his firm Taoist heart and fiery demonic thoughts, this pain is really difficult to survive.
Finally, in the distant universe, Feng Zikang found the location of the soul of the Xuan Realm, the spiritual connection, and slowly wanted to establish a boat connection with this place.
The location he chose was still in the small bamboo forest and grass house.
After all, this place is a place where Feng Zikang often comes, and it is not convenient to put the entrance in another place.
Ye Tiansheng has been in retreat all year round, and he has always said that he wants to build another grass house as a residence, and this place will be left to him, so he will let him toss.
The entrance to the passage he chose was the hidden wine cellar under the bamboo couch.
Originally, that place was very hidden, Ye Tiansheng had put a lot of thought into hiding it before, it was a good use, if this entrance to the Xuan Realm was not stimulated by Feng Zikang, no one would be able to enter and exit, unless someone could have the cultivation that created this Xuan Realm troll one by one, of course, there is no need to worry about it for the time being.
"Whew!"
When everything was done, Feng Zikang often exhaled, feeling that the sweat on his back was like rain, and the white gas on his head was steaming, and the consumption was huge.
In the Xuan Realm, the secret mansion still needs to be slowly transformed, but this is not an overnight thing, Feng Zikang is not in a hurry, first throw the organ people in to collect, the secret mansion was messed up by them, a mess, the agency people were very happy to see it, and they began to get busy.
He went on his own; I took a bath in the place of the spring, changed my clothes, adjusted my luck, made up for the consumption, and the place where I was injured by Yan Fengqi gradually recovered.
About the time of the lantern in the evening, the Zen master came as promised.
Although he was still a little haggard, he was a little more energetic than when he saw him in the afternoon, obviously recuperating after a period of recuperation.
"Master, I just heard Aunt Wen mention it, and I knew that the master has been sitting on the entrance of the Demon Realm of the Secret Realm of Dragon and Tiger Mountain for so many days, chanting sutras to suppress the demonic energy, the master is for the common people in the world, and he does not hesitate to suffer, which is really admirable!"
People spend their energy to suppress the demonic qi, and as a demon, this is always a bit wrong to praise, but Feng Zikang's polite words still have to be said.
The Zen master smiled and folded his hands, "The donor has a good reputation, this is originally the old monk's business."
It is the donor, in order to save the southwest Li Shu, for the righteousness of all friends, a single sword, even slashing the 36 links of the reckless Cangshan, sweeping the demon atmosphere, this incident came out, and the name of the first person in the righteous path of the donor is unshakable!
” They also only know the details today, after Mo Phoenix elaborated, all the seniors were amazed, thinking of General Lu back then, they unanimously agreed that it was a soldier of Longhu Mountain, and they wanted to produce a rookie leader, so happy that Yuan Buhuan was full of oil, and he was very proud, and even the stupid Elder Sun's evil form and evil form made him lose face, all of which were forgotten.
Feng Zikang was not surprised, this was different from the time he went to Nanban, after he killed the White Bone Divine Monarch, he also expected that this matter would inevitably become a righteous path again, he this, the reputation of the righteous path will be one level higher, anyway, this is not a bad thing, he accepted it calmly, and naturally he was inferior on the surface.
"Why is this ......?"
The two of them chatted for a while, and realized that the Zen master smiled slightly, the purpose of his coming today was naturally to solve the secret of Feng Zikang's ancient sword that swallowed the sky, he asked Feng Zikang to take it down, watched it carefully, and sighed.
"Master, the last time you saw this sword, you said that it has a lot of origin, I wonder if you can tell me?"
The enlightened Zen master sighed, "This sword was lost back then, and later some people said that it fell into the hands of General Lu, but I didn't expect that hundreds of years later, there would be a day to see again......"
He has been Zen for hundreds of years, but when facing this sword, he is still afraid of it, which shows how majestic and murderous this sword was at the beginning.
"I don't kill nameless guests in my life, I only take the name of the sword to warm my stomach and intestines......"
He slowly chanted two sentences of praise that seemed to be poetry and not poetry, and seemed to advocate friendship that was not even, and his fingers gently stroked the sword body, and the horror in his eyes gradually calmed down.
"Master Feng, you should know this place in Qibao Futu Mountain, right......
Qibao Futu Mountain!
Feng Zikang's face changed, of course he knew this place, and it was especially profound.
That is the place where General Lu migrated and robbed, and it was also the place where he took the house, he took advantage of General Lu's success in the robbery, but he was killed by a group of gods and masters, and recaptured the current body.
Death and life are all here, how can there be no profound ethereal?
"Yes, it is the place where General Guizonglu crossed the catastrophe, but the story I want to tell has nothing to do with it, it is the ...... three hundred years ago" Three hundred years ago, Qibao Futu Mountain was still the first holy place of Buddhism.
Buddhism came from the west, and its origins were far less profound than those of the other schools of thought?
The place where the early scriptures were transmitted, in addition to the White Horse Temple in Luoyang, is this place where the Seven Treasures float 7J.
Legend has it that the Buddha came to the west; $ body has seven treasures, turned into seven layers of floating slaughter, fell in the Central Plains land, is this seven treasures floating slaughter mountain, at that time Buddhism such as the fire of the prairie fire, a time to spread widely, believers tens of millions, all vying to the seven treasures floating slaughter mountain, in order to pay homage to the holy land.
However, the good times didn't last long.
Just three hundred years ago, Qibao Futu Mountain was removed from the cultivation world overnight!
"At that time, I was still a little novice......
Enlightened Zen master with his hands on his knees, looking up at the sky, his tone was flat, but he was full of emotion.
The infinite glory of Qibao Futu Mountain, he dreamed back at midnight, and it was still common from time to time, at that time he was only about the same age as Feng Zikang, he had just shaved his degree, his scalp was blue, and the ring scar was still new, Qibao Futu Mountain was brilliant and magnificent, and it was simply the Buddha country in his mind.
Even if after a few $\\}-, as the presiding officer of the White Horse Temple, he saw the grand occasion of the Pure Land of Bliss, and he had to say that compared to the Seven Treasures Futu Mountain, he did not necessarily have a victory.
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"So powerful?"
Three hundred years later, no one has ever mentioned Qibao Futu Mountain, its glory is brilliant and short-lived, like a bright meteor crossing the sky, even if someone mentions it, it is only a tragic ending.
What's more, everyone is still secretive about this matter, even Ye Tiansheng did not mention it to Feng Zikang, "Qibao Futu Mountain, destroyed overnight, just because of a sword, one person."
"Hugh?"
Feng Zikang exclaimed in surprise, he didn't know how powerful Qibao Futu Mountain was, but after listening to what the Zen master said, he naturally had many high-ranking monks and strong strength, which was by no means inferior to today's three sects and nine streams.
A sword, a man?
Can this powerful Buddhist holy land be removed from the cultivation realm in one fell swoop?
Feng Zikang's gaze turned to the clumsy Heaven Devouring Ancient Sword, and he trembled in his heart. “…… At that time, in the Qibao Futu Mountain, there were two masters of transforming gods; Yuan Infant Monk, countless 111111" Feng Zikang was already numb to the description of the Zen master, and all he wanted to know was who he was and how he did it.
After the Zen master was put in the Buddha statue by the master, he saw countless monks being killed with his own eyes, and the blood was all over the sky, and no one was the enemy of the unity.
That man is like a demon in the sky, no one can control it, and whoever comes, it is just a sword.
One life!
Feng Zikang's heart tightened, and suddenly there was a strange familiar feeling, that sword should be the kind of sword technique of the Heaven Swallowing Ancient Sword, and it was "......
Up and down the temple, there are a total of 572 monks and monks, and I am the only one who lives. ” In fact, this process is very simple, the Zen master has all seen it, but there is nothing to describe, this person is like a soul messenger, no matter how high the cultivation, a sword to kill, so what is there to say?
"With his last sword, he cut off the head of the Buddha in the Mahavira Treasure Hall......"
"Ah!"
Feng Zikang was taken aback, this person had clearly discovered the hiding place of the enlightened Zen master, and the enlightened Zen master nodded, "He knows that I am behind the Buddha statue, and I am a fishy novice, and my cultivation is low, what ability do I have to avoid this killing god?"
” He didn't kill him, maybe it was luck, or maybe it was just to keep a living mouth and let people know the truth about the destruction of Qibao Futu Mountain.
This......
Who is the transporter?
” Feng Zikang was shocked, his palms were full of sweat, even if General Lu was not dead, with his cultivation during the tribulation period, it was almost impossible to kill such a profound sect.
This person's cultivation is even more powerful than General Lu, who is known as the first person in the world for hundreds of years, he ......
Who the hell is he?
Why hasn't anyone ever mentioned it?
The enlightened Zen master smiled bitterly, shook his head, and did not answer positively, but still slowly narrated.
The man destroyed the Qibao Futu Mountain, beheaded the Qibao, and rescued a woman from the closed cave in the back mountain.
It is also strange to say that in the entire cultivation world, no one has ever known the identity of this woman, and the Zen master is the only living mouth of Qibao Futu Mountain, but he doesn't know anything about this matter, and he has been pursuing it for a hundred years, and there is no answer.
Who knows that the woman didn't know why, but she turned her back on the man, secretly sent a message to the people of the three religions and nine streams, and finally surrounded the man in a valley and killed him in groups.
Even though the man was fierce, more than a dozen gods and goddess masters shot together, and even laid a net of heaven and earth, all kinds of big arrays, sparing him to cultivate to the sky, and finally he was defeated and died, turning into ashes.
Only this Heaven Devouring Ancient Sword was left.
"Is this it?"
Feng Zikang pointed to the iron sword, incredulous.
The enlightened Zen master shook his head and nodded again, "Yes, but no......
The man turned into ashes, only this sword still wailed, staying where it was, refusing to leave, and several masters wanted to take it, refine it again, and collect it for their own use.
But when he heard this Jiang Ming, he self-destructed the sword spirit and cut off the sword body.
The original shining sword became a black and stubborn iron in Feng Zikang's hands!