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The moonlight is like a flower, and the dark clouds are like a curtain.

Langya Palace.

The shadow warrior that Lu Mingyuan transformed into looked at the many monks surrounding him and the murderous streets, feeling calm in his heart.

The three princes gathered together tonight, it seems, for some Buddha relic.

Before the second prince issued the order, he had warned that he must get this thing.

As for the Buddha relic, he had also heard about it in the morning. It was said to be a Dashuang national treasure, extremely precious, and was sent by a monk from Yinshuang Kingdom.

This is roughly the same information as Yun Qinghe said.

For now.

Not only the seventh prince wanted to get this thing, but also the second prince and the eighth prince were not to be outdone.

This is the first time we have seen such an open struggle.

He originally thought that Lu Guangjing would successfully obtain this object, but was intercepted by the seventh prince Lu Yunwan. Although Lu Yunqing came late, he came at the right time and became a weight in the scale and a decisive force. It's definitely not that easy to take it away.

We haven't seen him for a long time. Looking from a distance, I feel that Lu Yunqing's aura is a bit more advanced. It is probably because he has reached the eighth level after studying at the Confucian Temple.

The other party has been very talented in Confucianism and Taoism since he was a child. He has devoted himself to studying and has always been at a high level.

Otherwise, Li Sheng would not be interested in him and accept him as his disciple.

"Eighth brother, are you really here to help me today?"

Lu Yunwan looked at the luxurious lineup around Lu Yunqing and felt uneasy.

What his Langya Palace has always lacked the most is top-notch combat power.

There are so many offerings, but there are never many that can be beaten. The strongest person around him is probably the crazy monk from Leiyin Temple. He has the cultivation of the eleventh realm of Buddhism and is a Qianwen Arhat.

Looking at Prince Chongwen's palace, the capable people under his command are much more powerful than him.

The old slave holding the sword beside him is already unfathomable. There are also many scholars in Confucian robes, all with their eyes above their heads. The old man in Confucian robes who just read "The wind stops and the rain falls", He is not a simple person either.

Lu Yunqing smiled softly: "Of course, but I can't come here in vain. Naturally, you still have to return the Buddha relic."

"If it can't be done, what's the use of taking it."

It seemed that he had no intention of taking the relic as his own.

Lu Yunwan said in a deep voice: "Eighth brother, you still know very little about Buddhism. Do you know the purpose of the Dashuang Dynasty in doing this? It is precisely to return the incense of Dayan Buddhism to the lineage of the Seventh Patriarch of the Great Jinchan Temple. Yan has finally gained a foothold. Now that I know it, how can I just sit idly by and watch.

There are also factions in Buddhism. If the Dharma of Dashuang Buddhism enters my Dayan and affects the people of my Dayan, I don’t know what the other party will do in the future. It will undoubtedly control the popular incense among the people, which will be detrimental to my Dayan. The reason why the one-month deadline was set within the Imperial Capital was because we did not want the Western Buddhas to get involved in this matter. "

Lu Yunqing knew that he was exaggerating, so he calmly smiled and said, "But without me, does the seventh brother plan to deal with the second brother alone?"

"Are these people subordinate to the second brother?"

Lu Yunwan remained skeptical.

"Whether it is yes or no, we will know soon."

Lu Yunqing waved his hand gently.

After receiving the order, the martial arts practitioners around them all mobilized and launched a siege on Wujian Pavilion.

Of course, Wujiangge did not sit still and wait for death.

A woman in black armor with a long sword crossed the moon, and a female body made of brilliant purple fire emerged from behind. It was extremely majestic, with eyes like fire and holding a blade.

The sword was slashed out, and the flame tail it carried made the night sky brighter. The stars were eclipsed and slightly twisted, as if to tear the sky into pieces and fall on Lu Yunqing's head.

"The spirit is out of body."

"Refining Qi to transform into God, an eleventh level Qi practitioner."

Lu Yunwan's eyes were solemn, looking at this scene with great fear.

If what Lu Yunqing said is true, these people are all Lu Guangjing's subordinates.

That second brother is the guy who hides everything.

Lu Mingyuan, who was standing on the eaves waiting for help, was slightly surprised when he saw the woman in the arm armor using her true strength and emerging as a powerful Yin Shen.

This woman's name is Yingshao, and she is one of the few worshipers with the title "A" in Wujiang Pavilion.

He has always been closely guarding the second prince, acting erratically, coming and going without a trace, and his strength is unfathomable.

Lu Yunqing did not panic. The old man in Confucian robes beside him had already spoken:

"The sun is shining brightly."

The sea of ​​clouds surged and slowly pressed down, and a big sun emerged. First it revealed a golden dot, then it went straight down, and finally it revealed its full appearance. It fell into the world, and the blazing light wheel it shot collided with the sword energy like the sun.

"Boom!"

There was a fierce sound in the sky.

"The river is rolling."

Without finishing his sentence, the old man in Confucian robe spoke again.

At this time, the heaven and earth seemed to be affected by an invisible wave coming from all directions. There was a roar, and the dazzling cultural energy turned into a splash of a river, setting off hundreds of meters of waves. The water of the river came up from the sky and pressed towards the shadow sentry.

Words follow the law, communicating between heaven and earth.

This is the powerful method of Confucianism.

A piece of calligraphy and painting, with its wonderful strokes and flowers, can cover the sky and the earth, and with its awe-inspiring righteousness, it can defeat all enemies.

The words are spoken in perfect harmony, and the world resonates with them.

Soldiers against soldiers, against generals.

When the middle and fifth-grade masters were fighting against each other, many of the monks below were watching eagerly.

"Hand over the relics!"

Many of the B-character worshipers in Wujiang Pavilion took action and killed them in the direction of Lu Yunwan.

Golden Monk and Fierce Battle together.

Lu Mingyuan was among them, not conspicuous.

Although he is a worshiper of the word B, his strength is not as good as those of the older worshipers.

He almost felt that there was a bastard in the team.

A cassocked master under Lu Yunwan used many methods in the direction of Lu Mingyuan. The Buddhist palm techniques were filled with golden light, all of which had the power of merit.

However.

Suddenly, a harsh knife sound was heard on the long street.

The sound of the sword was ordinary, but there was a ray of thunder in it, the energy of the sword supporting the light, and the spirit of thunder and hell hitting the sea, and the waves were overwhelming!

In addition to this, there was also a slight movement of sword intent.

The body of the great master in cassock seems to be loose and motionless. Bright brass light emanates from the body and gathers into a film covering the skin. It is the power of Buddhist practice that makes the physical body indestructible.

This sword energy cannot be called brilliant, nor is it like the rainbow sword energy.

But with this method, it was like piercing a piece of papyrus, easily piercing the neck of the cassocked mage.

The red electric arc bloomed and exploded, piercing through his meritorious body.

For a moment, there was blood pouring out, and the cassocked master who turned around was speechless. The Buddhist energy soaring in his body had not yet turned into a mysterious sutra, nor had it been injected into the sitting cassock.

He opened his eyes wide and stared at Lu Mingyuan, his mouth trembling:

"Knife intention."

Until his death, he did not understand why a seventh-level grandmaster could understand the meaning of the sword.

Lu Mingyuan did not sheath the sword, but glanced at the many strong men around him, who were attacking him. They quickly turned into a ball of blood and disappeared on the spot, leaving everyone in the air.

He also didn't expect that weak people would also be targeted.

at this time.

Above the sea of ​​clouds.

"Brahma Bodhisattva, universal salvation appears."

The five-fingered mad monk Fan saw many monks rushing toward him, his eyes clear. He suddenly stopped groping for the bones on the ground, and instead sat cross-legged in the void, clasped his palms together, and recited the Dharma written by many ancestors of Leiyin Temple. Destroy Buddhist scriptures.

As he recited scriptures, the ferociousness on his face gradually dissipated, the deep evil aura disappeared, and the golden light emerged from every Buddhist saying on his body again.

The naked upper body mad monk Fanshen suddenly became majestic, and a round of golden sun appeared faintly behind him.

There are many Sanskrit texts in the golden sun, engraved with many Buddhist principles of sutra and secret nature, which is indescribably wonderful.

The Sanskrit sun shines on his body, and the Dharma behind him shows compassion.

"All living beings suffer."

The towering Bodhisattva of Nothingness struck down with one palm, intending to drive all the monks blocking the way into the ground.

However, a black dot appeared in the clouds. Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that it was the tip of a sword. Qi Yun looked at the moon, pointing straight down.

The first flying sword had just appeared, and the second one followed it and fell from somewhere else. The third and fourth swords, hundreds of huge flying swords, were hovering in the sky.

On the same sea of ​​clouds, a man with an ordinary temperament and a sword was standing casually in the void, slowly stretched out a finger, and flicked it.

A flying sword shot first at the Bodhisattva's left arm.

The flying sword fell as fast as lightning, dragging a continuous cloud tail on its trajectory.

The Bodhisattva wants to erect a golden light to resist.

But the flying sword penetrated the towering Dharma Prime's arm in an instant. The next second, with a flick of his finger, ten flying swords escaped together, killing with a crash, and once again cut off the Dharma Prime's other arm.

Ups and downs, over and over again.

After the Bodhisattva's Dharma was pierced by hundreds of flying swords, countless black holes appeared, which was too horrible to look at. The originally golden Dharma was completely damaged.

Monk Fanshen also spit out a mouthful of blood.

He reluctantly took out a golden lotus leaf, with a sealed bead in the lotus leaf.

Holding the relic in his hand, he was avoided by his Zen mind.

He is not qualified either.

The idea of ​​using relics to defeat the enemy is not feasible.

"Damn it, even I, the monk, can't do it. What are the conditions for absorbing this relic?!"

Monk Fanshen suddenly broke his guard and was very angry.

The ordinary man with a sword in his hand stood down from a high position, his eyes sparkling when he saw the traces of the relics.

Countless golden threads appeared between the five fingers, and each thread was a sword energy. Tens of thousands of sword energy rushed towards Monk Fanshen without leaving any behind.

Monk Fan Shen exposed his chest, his expression still arrogant.

With a punch mark, Haoran's fist was like a mountain pressing down on top, competing with the sword energy.

The giant formed by the gathering of green poisonous gas grasped Monk Fanshen tightly in his palm.

"puff!"

Monk Fanshen held the relic tightly and refused to let go.

But the next second, the relic burst out with a burst of golden light, flew out from the lotus, turned into a stream of light and shot towards the ground.

Soon, the Bodhisattva's Dharma image was shattered, and the monk Fanshen fell from the sky.

At this moment.

There was chaos on the ground, but Lu Mingyuan was already far away from the central battlefield and was located at the very back of Wujiang Pavilion.

He didn't want to attract too much attention, otherwise everyone's methods would be thrown at his hands, and no matter how many clones he had, he wouldn't be able to use them.

"Have the monks from the Third Academy not arrived yet? When will this melee end?"

He muttered softly, but he saw a ray of golden light coming from the corner of his eye, and it went straight into his body.

A text appeared in front of my eyes.

"Opportunity: Buddha's Relic (Triggered)"

"ah?"

Lu Mingyuan was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but curse.

He summoned many clones and spread them all over the ground. He used his escape technique again and escaped.

Because he noticed that many spiritual perceptions were looking towards him.