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Volume 1 The Rise of Shaolin Chapter 726 The Abbot¡¯s Weird Behavior

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    Ding Buer's blood coagulation technique has never been used before, but today when faced with these gods and Buddhas, he couldn't care about anything. He didn't expect that this magical technique was so easy to use that it actually formed a huge sea of ??blood and swallowed up the entire spiritual mountain.

    Those gods and Buddhas were nothing more than paper tigers, vulnerable to a single blow, struggling and sinking under Ding Buer's sea of ??blood, and soon they all disappeared.

    Only the Buddha, who was sitting upright on the purple golden lotus, remained neither sad nor happy, with his eyes slightly closed and sitting there with flowers in his fingers, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.

    Ding Buer sneered: "Pretending! I will completely kill you today!"

    With a wave of his hand, palm shadows floated up all over the sky, and then fell like rain, causing the entire Lingshan Mountain to collapse.

    The rumble of the sky and the earth began, and the space seemed to be collapsing, and everything around it ceased to exist.

    Ding Buer laughed loudly: "Ah haha! I didn't expect that I would be so powerful and good even after I died. Let's see who dares to disobey me in the future!"

    "Hahaha! Wellwhy is this old monk still here?"

    Ding Buer looked at the Buddha on the purple lotus. Even though the space around him collapsed, he still sat there, as if everything around him could not have the slightest impact on him.

    "You're sitting pretty stable, I want to see how long you can sit still!"

    Ding Buer's body rose through the clouds and flew directly towards the tens of millions of feet tall Buddha, trying to knock him off the lotus platform.

    With one palm blast, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered, and the Buddha turned into nothingness!

    Ding Buer was stunned for a moment, and then became even more ecstatic, "It seems that I am invincible, haha! Invincible! Great Hmm! What is that?"

    In the chaotic world that he destroyed, there seems to be a pure land. Far, far away, a touch of crystal green still exists.

    Ding Buer walked toward the green place in confusion. When he got there, he realized that it was a garden with green grass.

    The green grass spreads endlessly forward.  In the center of the green grassland, two green trees stood tall, as if there was a figure sitting under the trees.

    Ding Buer walked along the grass. In the sky around him, rows of petals were flying in the breeze, like countless geese returning south.

    The original desire to kill gradually calmed down. When Ding Buer came to the tree, his mood had completely calmed down.  Take a look at the people under the tree.  He was a monk, and he seemed familiar.

    Ding Buer looked at this person suspiciously and sat down hesitantly.  He said to the monk: "Monk, I seem to have seen you somewhere?"

    The monk was very handsome. He opened his eyes and glanced at Ding Buer.  He smiled slightly and said, "Does the donor remember where he saw the poor monk?"

    Ding Buer hesitated for a moment: "I was fighting with a group of monks just now, but you were not one of them, but I must have seen you before. Where was it? Was it in a previous life?"

    "Yes, we have met in our previous life."

    "Oh! What happened in the previous life? I have almost forgotten it. Can you tell me about it? How did we meet? Who are you?"

    "Come on, come on! Come here, this matter is of great importance and cannot be heard by others."

    Ding Buer approached the monk with great interest.  He pricked up his ears, wanting to hear what the monk was whispering.

    The monk also came close to Ding Buer's ear and said with a smile: "In your last life, you were a bastard who did all kinds of evil. You burned, killed and looted. Everyone in the world hated you and wanted to eat your flesh. Drink your blood!"

    "You! You're talking nonsense!"

    The monk¡¯s tone was sinister. Ding Buer trembled all over when he heard it. Just as he was about to retreat, the monk suddenly shouted in his ear: ¡°Ding Buer, die!¡±

    This roar was simply earth-shattering.  Ding Buer was so shocked that his head was buzzing and his body went limp.  At this moment, a ball of golden and blue air flew out of the monk's hand and directly hit Ding Buer's abdomen!

    It seemed as if the missile in his arms exploded. Ding Buer was burnt to death and screamed as he flew out, feeling as if he was really going to die.

    ??Do people who are dead still feel pain?

    Ding Buer realized that the surrounding scenery had disappeared. At this moment, he also remembered who the monk was.

    It turned out that it was the One Ring. He had experienced the world of life and death, and seemed to have forgotten many things. But at this moment, he remembered that he was not dead yet, he was still alive, and he had fallen under the evil spell of the One Ring!

    "Ah ah ah!  Damn stinky monk, how dare you confuse me with illusions!  "

    Ding Buer endured the injury and raised his head, and was about to fight back. Suddenly the scenery in front of him changed again, and he actually lay in the palm of the Buddha!

    The ten-thousand-foot-tall Buddha looked at him like a god, his eyes as bright as a torch: "Amitabha! Ding Buer, you have sinned so much, I will save you today!"

    The golden giant's big palm pressed down overwhelmingly, and Ding Buer instinctively used his hands to block it. The pressure was so huge that he felt a little unable to resist.

    As soon as he made this move, he realized that he was wrong again. In his anger, he fell into this monk's trap again.

    At this time, the attempt to fight back was over, and the golden palm hit Ding Buer heavily.

    Blood splattered all over his body, and Ding Buer was hit with blood from all his orifices!

    "Ah! This this is a palm technique that has reached the peak of imperial realm! What a Tathagata Palm! One Ring! You are so cruel!"

    The surrounding illusion has disappeared. Ding Buer, who was covered in blood, was knocked a hundred feet away by Huo Yuanzhen's palm. His body was heavily smashed into a mountain wall in the distance, and it was inlaid into a human-shaped giant.  pit!

    After Huo Yuanzhen took the picture of Tathagata slaying the demon, he gasped heavily.

    The illusion fusion method finally worked. As long as Ding Buer was emotionally unstable, he was very likely to be attacked. He continued to use illusions and tried his best to finally get two opportunities, and wounded Ding Buer twice.  two.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? One time an air mass attack of three parts of yin and yang qi, and another time it was this Tathagata that destroyed the devil.

    ¡° If these two moves of his hit another person, I am afraid that even ten lives would be lost, but Huo Yuanzhen did not dare to be careless because his opponent was Ding Buer.

    But even Ding Buer must not be able to hold on at this time, and he probably won¡¯t be able to get up unless he dies.

    Just when Huo Yuanzhen was thinking, suddenly on the mountain wall in the distance, Ding Buer waved his hands and feet and got out of the mountain wall. Then he patted the dust on his body twice, regardless of the scars all over his body.  Walking in the void step by step, he walked towards Huo Yuanzhen.

    When he saw Ding Buer's situation, Huo Yuanzhen felt bad. The other party had already seen the flaw in his illusion, that is, he couldn't get angry. As long as he kept a calm mood, his illusion would have no chance and he could not do anything to his opponent.  .

    Ding Buer walked in vain until he came to Huo Yuanzhen, and then he spoke.

    "Okay! Good job. Your ability has won my respect. It seems that you are worthy of my full strength. Today, only one of us can survive."

    Huo Yuanzhen was not in the mood to argue with him at this time, but simply used Tathagata to destroy the demon again, because this palm technique could cause the greatest damage to him.

    "Can the same move still hurt me?"

    Ding Buer dodged lightly, but Tathagata's demon-killing attack failed.

    "Next, let's see what Ding is capable of!"

    Ding Bu waved his hand, and the blood on his body floated up, condensing into a long sword in his hand, a long sword that was still dripping blood!

    It¡¯s just that this sword is a phantom, a bright red phantom. If you don¡¯t look carefully, you can¡¯t even tell whether it is real or not.

    And the phantom was still gradually dimming. Ding Buer said: "The Nine Swords of Loneliness and the Rain-Covering Sword are all illusions. A phantom sword in Ding's hand can interpret the true meaning of illusions."

    "What is the true meaning of illusion?" Huo Yuanzhen stood at the border and spoke while delaying time. Ding Buer, who had obviously calmed down, was even more terrifying. He had to find a way to deal with it.

    "Hmph! You all don't understand the true meaning of swordsmanship. To release the inner force outward, condense the sword energy, and take the enemy's head a hundred feet away is just a small achievement in the way of swordsmanship."

    "Then what is Dacheng?"

    "Dacheng, Dacheng is like Mo Tianxie. The man and sword merge into one. From now on, it will be considered Dacheng."

    "Since Mo Tianxie has mastered swordsmanship, why do you still look down on him?"

    "Because he has just come into contact with Dacheng and does not know the ultimate true meaning of swordsmanship. Now I will tell you that the true meaning of swordsmanship is that there is no sword!"

    "No sword?"

    "Yes, just like I seem to have a sword made of blood in my hand now, in fact it is just a drop of blood. There is no sword in my hand, but there is a sword in my heart. This is my swordsmanship. A mere drop of blood is enough to kill everyone in the world.  , this! This is my swordsmanship, Ding Buer! And you, monk Yijie, are the first swordsman who has used this swordsmanship since I learned itSoul!  go to hell!  "

    Ding Buer said, waving the phantom sword in his hand, about to attack.

    Huo Yuanzhen suddenly waved his hand, "Wait a minute, before we fight to the death, let me ask you, are you still a member of the Dragon Cult now?"

    Ding Buer was stunned for a moment: "Our decisive battle has nothing to do with whether I am a member of the Shenlong Cult or not?"

    "It doesn't have much to do with it. It's just that the poor monk likes to have a good name when doing his work. We are here to kill the Dragon Cult. This battle is obviously the last one, so I want to find out clearly. Are you still here?  Even if you count me as the leader of the Dragon Cult, even if I die in your hands, I will definitely die."

    Ding Buer sneered: "What about the Shenlong Sect? The Shenlongs are all dead, and there is no Shenlong Sect in the world. Now I am me, and I am Ding Buer. After you die, don't forget it when you go to the underworld!"

    "Oh! So that's it. There is no longer a Dragon Cult in the world. Since that's the case, then I'm relieved."

    Huo Yuanzhen spoke with a strange smile on his face.

    Ding Buer looked at Huo Yuanzhen's smile and felt a little confused about the situation. I just said that there is no longer a Shenlong Cult in the world. Are you so happy?  It was almost impossible to save his life.  {Piaotia Literature www.piaotia.com thanks all book friends for their support. Your support is our greatest motivation}
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