Qi Jingchun’s giant statue, white and ethereal, sits solemnly on the northernmost territory of East Aquarius Continent.
The sea of clouds rolled in and out, slowly pressing down, approaching Qi Jingchun’s head.
Qi Jingchun looked up with a free and easy smile.
Above the sea of clouds, a majestic voice spoke: "Qi Jingchun, you need to know that the way of heaven is selfless! As a disciple of Confucianism, you have a natural compassion for Lizhudong, which is understandable. If you change your mind at this time, it will be like There is room."
Accompanied by the words of this heavenly immortal, there seemed to be bursts of thunder rolling away in the sea of clouds, and those fleeting lightning and thunder continued to penetrate from the bottom of the sea of clouds. And out.
Follow your words.
Another immortal sneered and said: "What nonsense are you talking to this nerd! If you want to do a feat that is indomitable, you must first ask my fist if it agrees!"
With this At the same time, the sea of clouds was pulled down by a huge golden palm, pushing aside the thick clouds and mist, revealing a hole, and a beam of light fell in front of Qi Jingchun.
A Buddhist chant rang out in the west, and he spoke compassionately: "Almsgiver Qi, with just one thought of meditation, I transcend the Buddha's realm."
Qi Jingchun said in a deep voice: "After the battle of killing the dragon, the town was able to Enjoying three thousand years of great fortune and having many talented people come out in later generations is nothing more than a means of eating a lot of food. However, since it is a rule set by the four saints, the first group of monks who chose to take root in the Lizhu Cave did not have any objections. Naturally, I, Qi Jingchun, am not qualified to be here. Now that the law of heaven wants to suppress this world, it’s time to come. It’s just me, Qi Jingchun, who will bear this disaster for the people of this town. The law of heaven and the rules have not been in vain, so why do you stop them? ?"
The immortal who stretched out his hand to make a big hole in the sea of clouds laughed wildly, "Haha, Qi, do you really not know the reason, or are you pretending to be crazy?"
Qi Jingchun doesn't know? At some point, he stretched out a hand and held the bead containing a small cave in the palm of his hand, turning it into a fist.
Thinking about it, in the palm of your hand, in the cave, and above the small town, there is a mysterious scene where day suddenly turns into night.
At this time, the snow-white palm protecting Lizhu Cave Sky seemed to be attacked by an invisible attack from all directions. It made a crackling sound, and white electric arcs continued to sputter and bloom on the back of the hand. , "snowflakes" that appear to be as small as flying feathers, but are actually as big as mountain peaks, fall off the back of Qi Jingchun's hands and fall into the world, but they disappear before they hit the ground.
The Immortal Yunshang, who was sitting high near the Yunhai Cave, laughed loudly and said: "Young Confucian scholar, you are disobedient to the Dao and do not know your own abilities! I will play with you first!"
< p>If you look up from the extreme distance of East Aquarius Continent and can break through the covering circle created by the immortals, you can vaguely see an extremely spectacular scene. In the huge hole that breaks through the sea of clouds, first a grain of light is revealed. The black dot pointed straight down, then the tip of the sword, and finally the full picture was revealed. It was a "pocket" flying sword as long as Qi Jingchun's finger.The first sword just appeared in the world, and the second sword followed it and fell from somewhere else. The third and fourth swords descended from the sea of clouds in the sky to the world in sequence, a total of twelve flying swords.
A line is lined up, hovering high in the sky.
Like cavalry in formation, with their reins tightened, they can charge into the formation just waiting for an order.
Above the sea of clouds, a golden giant sat cross-legged casually, with huge golden eyes open, his fists on his knees, his right fist slowly pulled out an index finger, and flicked it.
A flying sword shot first at the arm that Qi Jingchun’s fist held in vain.
The flying sword fell as fast as lightning, pulling out a continuous cloud tail on its trajectory.
The flying sword instantly penetrated Qi Jingchun's arm and stopped suddenly when it was only a few feet away from the ground.
Above the sea of clouds, the golden giant's index finger of his right fist gently rotated, and the flying sword drew an arc, returning to the sky. At the same time, he tapped his fingers with his left hand, and a flying sword that was originally hanging in the air suddenly fell. , piercing Qi Jingchun's arm again.
The two fingers rise and fall against each other.
The twelve flying swords fell straight down and returned in an arc.
Ups and downs, over and over again.
After Qi Jingchun’s arm was shot intensively by flying swords, it became scarred, with countless black holes appearing, which was particularly shocking compared to the originally towering white body of the Dharma.
Qi Jingchun looked calm about this, seeing another wave of flying swords about to pierce him, starting a new round of killing.
It’s really aggressive.
Qi Jingchun said four words softly: "The spring breeze is proud."
A flying sword still stabbed Qi Jingchun's arm, but this time he didn't wait for it to nail. Entering the arm, it was like pine needles being blown askew by a gust of wind. Not only this flying sword, but also the eleven flying swords after that, without exception, returned in vain, surrounding Qi Jingchun's Dharma image, following a certain set The trajectory flew slowly, the sword body trembled, waiting for an opportunity to move, and made a slight neighing noise.
Not only that, the spring breeze that filled the sky and the earth held up the falling sea of clouds without leaving any trace.
The golden giant bared his chest, with an air of wantonness and wantonness. He looked down at the twelve flying swords and couldn't find any flaws. He was a little surprised, "Huh?"
< p>Qi Jingchun didn't pay much attention to these flying sword attacks, which were extremely powerful for human monks. He always stared at the empty fist.Someone in the world, Old Zhu Huangyi, said that the Lizhu Dongtian bead suspended in the sky above Dongbaopingzhou was already three thousand years old. It should have been in the hands of the next saint Ruan Qiong sixty years later. On the surface, the outer wall that protects the beads will be completely broken, just like a piece of porcelain, with the outer glaze peeling off and peeling off completely. When the way of heaven comes, it will be overwhelming. Although no one will die on the spot, everyone in the town will lose their next life. Qi Jingchun specially read Buddhist scriptures for this purpose, and even deduced a terrible consequence. The more than 6,000 people in the town will be killed. To withstand the skyThe powerful "scapegoat" may fall into the realm of hungry ghosts in the Western Buddhist country for life after life, and will never be able to escape.
Ruan Qiong, a military monk and swordsmith, is the last saint in Lizhu Cave Heaven who commands all directions. His duty at that time is not to protect the safety of the people in the town, but to prevent anyone from escaping. This heavenly punishment.
The sound of the golden giant was like a drum, rumbling across the sky, and he laughed and said: "Some people say that you, Qi Jingchun, are not simple. You have two natal characters. In addition to the character of spring, there is another one that broke the rules." Come on, come on, let me open my eyes.”
Every time the giant said a word, he hit his knee with his fist.
After three times, the sea of clouds surged violently like boiling water in a pot.
At the bottom of the sea of clouds, the breeze that was originally invisible to the naked eye also swayed, the light was chaotic, and light and dark alternated.
The giant said: "You have a spring breeze, and I have a rain of flying swords. I want to pour cold water on you!"
After speaking, countless golden threads passed through The sea of clouds and the breeze penetrated.
If we use the giant body as a comparison, those golden silk threads are like tiny embroidery needles as long as a fingernail, but they are densely packed, thousands of them, and when gathered together, they become so powerful and thrilling.
Qi Jingchun was still staring at her fist, and did not change her expression after hearing the sound, and said softly: "Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen."
I saw the ground around the Dharma statue sitting upright, with splashes of water. Each raindrop seems small and insignificant, but in fact they are all as big as a pool.
Then these raindrops kept emerging and slid toward the sky in an unnatural way.
The rain curtain hangs upside down.
Only because of the poem that the Confucian sage Qi Jingchun recited silently.
The golden rain of flying swords rises from top to bottom, and the curtain of spring rain rises from the earth, rising from bottom to top.
Crash together!
There were a lot of things going on above her head, but Qi Jingchun didn’t see, listen or speak.
A lightning dragon appeared out of thin air around Qi Jingchun's fist, hitting the back of his hand.
There are three colors of lightning: scarlet, blue-purple, and snow-white. They seem chaotic, but the three are distinct and do not intertwine alternately. They are intertwined into three large nets.
Dharma Prime’s fist, debris flying everywhere, flying feathers fluttering, constantly attenuating.
Qi Jingchun whispered: "It's calm."
Three colors of lightning, only the snow-white lightning stood still without warning, but the other two types of lightning still followed the rules. This caused a scarlet lightning bolt to smash into a snow-white lightning bolt, and a blue-purple lightning bolt tied up the scarlet lightning bolt. The careless Skynet Huihui has become confusing and disorderly.
Above the sea of clouds, an old voice sounded leisurely, "There is a way to move and stillness!"
But after a moment, the three lightning nets that were originally in chaos returned to chaos. The great power of God.
Knocked and hit the statue of Qi Jingchun again and againfist.
Qi Jingchun sighed slightly.
"This is enough for a small fight. Qi Jingchun, how dare you take this punch from me!"
A golden fist fell from the hole in the sea of clouds to Qi Jingchun's head. .
Qi Jingchun’s free right hand was raised high, palm upward, to block the punch.
The image of Qi Jingchun suddenly fell a hundred feet, but the sea of clouds was also lifted up a hundred feet by a turbulent breeze.
It was like there was a distance of two hundred feet between heaven and earth.
"Come again!"
The Golden Immortal landed a punch, and each punch was so thunderous that I am afraid that even the Five Mountains of any dynasty in the East Aquarius Continent would not be able to withstand his punch. .
Qi Jingchun, dressed in snow-white, just raised his arms high.
First, a big crater was made in the palm of Dharma Prime Minister's hand, then the whole palm was smashed into pieces, and then the arm was smashed section by section by the golden fist.
Qi Jingchun, whose appearance was greatly damaged, remained indifferent. All his attention was always placed on his left hand, which was clenched into a fist.
From the fist to the entire arm, and then to the shoulder, it is covered with Taoist talismans with thunder and lightning, and each word is as big as a house.
The old voice continued to sound, "Don't be stubborn, Qi Jingchun, if you are willing, you can follow the poor way to practice."
Qi Jingchun turned his head slightly and stared down at the thousand-year-old man. The scarred arm is already covered with the supreme prophecies written by the Taoist sages, so that they can do justice to heaven.
Qi Jingchun breathed out softly and said in a deep voice: "Qingjing..."
The old voice revealed a hint of anger, "Qi Jingchun, you are brave!"
A roar of anger overwhelmed Qi Jingchun's two words after "quiet".
High in the sky, there is a sword with two fingers together, easily breaking through the sea of clouds, and slashing down!
It actually cut off Qi Jingchun’s fisted arm from the shoulder!
In the far distance, there was an imperceptible sigh, full of regret.
Confucian saints do not violate the rules.
Qi Jingchun should not have crossed the Taoist thunder pond.
After the finger sword successfully cut off Qi Jingchun's arm, it seemed that the owner's anger was still there, and his two fingers quickly retracted into the sea of clouds. He did not stop there, but stabbed at the rootless tree at a faster speed. , the suspended fist of sourceless water.
Qi Jingchun retracted the only half of his right arm above his head, quickly blocked it above the bead, hugged it to himself, and protected it in front of him.
The immortal's two fingers moved forward without any suspense, piercing through Qi Jingchun's arm. The golden giant's punch from the hole hit Qi Jingchun's head firmly.
The statue of Qi Jingchun is on the verge of collapse.
Although his limbs were broken, his big sleeves were still fluttering, and he had the air of a scholar, but the more so, the more miserable he looked.
After being punched in the head again, Qi Jingchun continued to sink.
One punch followed another, as if it would not stop until the scholar was knocked deep into the ground.
The dilapidated Dharma image, guarding the fist, the bead, and the Lizhu Cave in front of him, the people who would call him "Mr. Qi" when they met.
The lips of this Dharma image moved slightly, and he recited silently, "The stars are spinning, the sun and the moon are shining brightly, the four eras are in control, yin and yang are changing, wind and rain are spreading, all things are harmonious and prosperous. Get nourished and mature..."
Within the small cave sky.
There was not a single Meng boy present in the rural school.
There was a Confucian scholar in blue shirt sitting alone. Not only his temples were frosty white, but his hair was also snow-white.
The scholar’s orifices were bleeding and his flesh and blood were blurred.
The soul was shattered more completely than a piece of porcelain that fell heavily to the ground.
The scholar looked extremely happy, closed his eyes and smiled, and then passed away.
I am Qi Jingchun in the world.
The world is happy, and so am I.
This year, in this world, spring left very late and summer came very late.