This was the deepest part of the Prajna Peak. Whether it was the peak, the plateau or the bottom of the Giant Sinkhole, the distance was more than ten miles. There was no difference.
The sound on the surface of the mountain couldn't reach here. The sound of the underground river couldn't reach here. There would be no sound here. It was as silent as a tomb.
The Chief Monk looked at the two iron arrows in his chest and felt the clear pain. He remembered that he hadn't felt this way for many years. It was fresh and vivid. A self-deprecating emotion appeared on his old face.
He had cultivated Buddhism for countless years and reached the peak of the Vajra Body. He thought that after the Headmaster of the Academy ascended to Heaven, no one could threaten him anymore. Who would have thought that he would be defeated by two disciples of the Academy a few years ago and a few years later?
"Do you think you can imprison me like this?"
"You won't be able to drink or eat, you won't be able to hear any sound or see any light. You'll be weak and old, starved to death, or driven mad by despair. You might be able to survive, or even break free from these two iron arrows and walk out of the dark cave with unparalleled willpower … But by then, the Buddhist land that you've been protecting will have been destroyed by my iron sword."
Jun Mo's words were not a threat or intimidation. Threats and intimidation had never been his fighting style. He was just stating the facts.
It was only because it was a fact that he stated it so calmly that it was really terrifying. No food or drink, no sound, no light, lonely, isolated from the world … What kind of torture was that? No one had experienced it except Lotus. Even Lotus almost went crazy from the torture. What would happen to the Chief Monk of Scripture in the end?
The Chief Monk put his palms together with difficulty and looked at Jun Mo with pity. He said, "Buddha is merciful."
He should have felt sorry for his own miserable experience and felt sad for the years or even decades of living in hell. But he felt sorry for the other party and the choice of the Academy.
If it was someone else, they might reflect on themselves or even feel ashamed when facing the Chief Monk's calm and compassionate eyes. But Jun Mo was different.
"Buddha is merciful, but the Academy is not? Arrogant and disgusting. "
Jun Mo said expressionlessly, "For countless years, the Buddha land has turned countless living people into white bones and enslaved countless souls. The mountains are built with human bones and the golden top is painted with human blood. Is this the wonderful Nirvana? This is the Netherworld. Destroying everything and killing you and these bald donkeys is the true mercy. "
After saying this, he didn't say anything else. He turned around and walked out of the cliff cave. He casually flicked his sleeves, and the iron sword broke through the air again, cutting off countless cliff stones and blocking the passage. Wind, rain, light, and air couldn't enter.
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Ning Que waited on the city wall for three days and three nights. The entire human world also waited for three days and three nights. Both the Butcher in the small town and Hengmu in Qinghe Prefecture were silent for three days and three nights, waiting to see where his arrow would go.
In the past, it was possible that he would not shoot the iron arrow. The so-called killing weapon was the most threatening when it was not used. Moreover, once it was used, it would break the balance between the two sides, so Ning Que did not dare to act rashly.
But now it was different. The Abbey Dean left the Peach Mountain and disappeared. The Drunkard no longer kept an eye on the Academy. The balance in the cultivation world had been broken. More importantly, the human world had sensed Ning Que's anxiety, so he would definitely shoot him today.
Two holes appeared outside the city of Chang 'an. They were not tunnels formed by the tearing of space, nor were they real arrow holes. They were just condensed clouds formed by the iron arrows.
The two condensed clouds extended to the west and disappeared after dozens of miles. It was enough for people to see where the arrows were pointing.
Two perfectly straight lines of clouds appeared in the azure sky. It was just like the rainbow that had appeared in the sky from the ground all those years ago. It was an extremely rare spectacle.
Many people in Chang 'an brought the old and the young to the street to watch. They discussed excitedly and guessed which powerful enemy Mr. Thirteen had killed. The debate in the teahouse was even more intense. Some said it was Chanyu of the Golden Tribe Royal Court. Some said it was the little slave named A Da, a gift from Haotian to the human world …
The Tang Empire was the enemy of the whole world since the beginning of the war. People were dying at the border every moment. The people were inevitably depressed and gloomy. Today, the two clouds of arrows finally succeeded in invigorating them, and they even felt like celebrating.
Ning Que was also looking at the two condensed clouds in the sky. The sunlight fell on his face, making him look paler. He could not hide the joy in his eyes. The two iron arrows consumed a lot of his energy, but also brought him a lot.
Some of the cultivation tools were legendary weapons, such as the chessboard left by Buddha, the Yue laan Bell, some sacred weapons recorded in the scriptures of Haotian Taoism, and the Tomes of Arcane that had just begun to show their terrible power in the human world. Of course, the Chang 'an City left by the Headmaster of the Academy should not be forgotten. But most of those weapons were gifts from Heaven, or the remains of people like Buddha.
Weapons made by cultivators that could show the power of the legendary level were very rare. Now, except for the River and Mountain Sandbox made by the former sages of the Academy and the masters of the Black Ink Garden, there were only the Primordial Thirteen Arrows.
Up to now, Ning Que's iron arrow had already shocked the world. All cultivators knew that it was a terrifying killing weapon, but only the people at the back of the mountain of the Academy truly understood the principle behind it and why the iron arrow had such unimaginable power.
The power of the Primordial Thirteen Arrows lay in Ning Que's original whimsical idea and the incredible practical ability of the people of the Academy. Its strength lay in the fact that it was a Talisman Arrow.
Everyone thought that the Primordial Thirteen Arrows were arrows, but they were not.
The Talisman Arrow was not an arrow, but a talisman.
Or, the Primordial Thirteen Arrows should be regarded as an arrow talisman.
Every time the iron arrow shot into the human world, it meant that Ning Que had written a talisman in the human world.
The moment the iron arrow left the bowstring, the talisman on the shaft was engraved, but it did not mean that the talisman was finished. On the contrary, it was the first stroke of the real talisman. Only when the iron arrow appeared before the target, the last stroke would fall there, and then Ning Que could say that the talisman was finished.
The talisman was a whole, and it was not finished without any stroke. The process of Ning Que shooting the arrow was also a whole. From the moment the iron arrow left the bowstring to hitting the target, it could not be cut. So once the iron arrow was shot, it was powerful and indestructible.
The big talisman written by the iron arrow was a whole, and naturally did not need the concept of time and space. So its performance was even more unimaginable than the Limitless State. At the same time, because the talisman was interconnected from the beginning to the end, Ning Que did not need to look. He only needed to know where the last stroke should fall, and then he could make the iron arrow fall there.
In his sense of perception, when he was writing the talisman, Chang 'an City and the distant West Wilderness were essentially connected. The talisman was only finished when the arrow landed on the cliff plateau and appeared in front of the Chief Preaching Monk. Even space could not cut the talisman, nor could it stop the iron arrow. Coupled with the power of Chang 'an City, what could the indestructible Buddha body do?
When the Academy first developed the Primordial Thirteen Arrows, no one really understood the principle behind it. Jun Mo could not understand it, and neither could Ning Que. It was not until a long time later, when he shot Elder Cui to death at the Rite to Light that he vaguely understood it.
Today, on the city wall of Chang 'an City, he shot two arrows toward the Western Wilderness, and he learned how to write this kind of big talisman. He knew that this was very important to him, even more important than shooting the Chief Preaching Monk. Because this was the expectation of his teacher Yan Se before he died, and it was also what he was destined to do.
Of course, as Long Qing had calculated, the Primordial Thirteen Arrows needed to be coordinated. He and Jun Mo were thousands of miles apart, and before the iron arrow appeared, it could not send any information in advance during the process of writing the talisman. He could only wait and hope that Second Brother could calculate what he wanted, and hope that he could see the Chief Preaching Monk in his sense of perception.
Jun Mo had been fighting in the underground world for several years, but he had only broken through the mountain once and fought with the Chief Monk of Scripture once. Ning Que's expectation seemed to be extravagant or wishful thinking, but he did it anyway. He waited for three days and three nights.
It turned out that Ning Que was right. He and Jun Mo had no contact with each other, but they naturally had a tacit understanding and knew each other's mind.
Just like the iron arrow talisman, no one could cut it off.
Ning Que did not know the current situation in Xuankong Temple, and did not know whether the Chief Preaching Monk had been seriously injured by his iron arrow. But he could clearly feel that his two arrow talismans were written perfectly, so Second Brother would definitely do the rest well.
His only regret was that the two iron arrows had seriously damaged him. Even with his current state, it was difficult for him to carry the power of Chang 'an to the far west. At this time, the God-stunning Array was constantly replenishing his Psyche Power, but he could not shoot two iron arrows as powerful as before in a short period of time.
Otherwise, he would have shot all the iron arrows in the quiver until he killed the Chief Preaching Monk. No one knew better than him how important it was to help Second Brother destroy the Buddha land as soon as possible.
Jun Mo had held up the entire Buddhism Sect, the Right King's Palace, and the Yuelun Kingdom in the West Wilderness. It seemed that he had shouldered a heavy burden for the Academy and the Tang Empire, but Ning Que hoped that he could return to Chang 'an. The iron sword should be wielded on a bigger stage, and his iron sword should be used to kill stronger powerhouses, such as the person who was walking toward Peach Mountain.
Ning Que looked away from the two clouds in the sky and turned to the east. Just when everyone thought he would put away the bow, he pulled the bow again and shot an arrow toward the east without any warning!
Many people of Chang 'an were watching from below the city wall. Because the city wall was too high, they could not see what was happening above, but they could vaguely see Ning Que's movements.
Seeing that he suddenly pulled the bow again, the people below the city wall suddenly exclaimed. Black masses of people surged toward this direction like a tide, wanting to see more clearly.
The crowd suddenly became silent. They watched the iron arrow leave the bowstring, and with a light clang, it disappeared in the cold winter wind.
Boom! Tens of thousands of people shouted in unison. They were shocked and exclaimed that they had no regrets witnessing this scene with their own eyes. They were also cheering for the Master of the Academy.
A clear and straight cold cloud appeared in the blue sky again, as if the iron arrow had torn a path in the Qi of Heaven and Earth and even the heaven and earth itself. But in fact, it was the iron arrow that had created a path between heaven and earth, a path that did not belong to heaven and earth. That was the way of connecting the strokes of the Talisman Arrow!
The Talisman Arrow was the Talisman Arrow, and Ning Que's Talisman ended in the faraway Capital Cheng!
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It was snowing in Capital Cheng of the Yan Kingdom. Pure white snowflakes kept falling from the dark leaden clouds. And in the depths of the clouds, faint cyan lightning flashed from time to time. Some of the lightning even penetrated the clouds and came to the desolate fields along with the falling snow.
Thunder in winter, rain and snow in summer …
Wind and snow were common in this season, but lightning was extremely rare. The scene was extremely strange, as if there was great danger or some kind of power shuttling in it.
Long Qing brushed off the snow on his shoulders and looked into the depths of the clouds outside the city. His eyes passed through the falling snowflakes and fell on those high places. He looked a little solemn.
Vaguely, he saw a cyan robe fluttering by. But the snow was too thick and the lightning was too dense. He could not be sure whether what he saw was real or an illusion.
Suddenly, a faint shadow passed through the snowstorm in the high sky. Several lightning brushed past the figure and struck down. It looked extremely dangerous and the scene was extremely shocking.
Long Qing was sure that what he saw this time was real, because the figure flew to the top of the city wall of Capital Cheng. He even vaguely smelled a burning smell.
Eldest Brother's cotton-padded clothes were scorched by the bolts of lightning in the clouds. If he had reacted a little slower, he might have already bid farewell to this world. Even so, he looked extremely disheveled. The cotton in the torn cotton-padded clothes and the blood that flowed out were smeared together in a messy manner. It was a very unsightly sight.
Long Qing suddenly became serious. The snowflakes around him suddenly swung away. He grabbed the snow with his right hand and a very dark black peach blossom appeared in front of him to protect him.
In the capital of the Kingdom of Song, Mr. First did not attack him because the Drunkard was beside him and also because he had the Tomes of Arcane in his hand. At this time, the Tomes of Arcane were still in his arms. But he was sure that Li Manman would attack him. Anyone could understand that Mr. First, who risked his life to escape from the State of Limitless and appeared in Capital Cheng, would definitely do something.
As Long Qing expected, the Eldest Brother flew to the top of the city wall with a seemingly ordinary stick in his hand. He hit Long Qing's head with it.
Long Qing did not dare to hesitate. He held the black peach blossom in his right hand and held the remnant of the Arcane Tome of the Sand in his left hand. He was ready to fight at any time.
The seemingly ordinary stick actually had a long history. It was a Buddhist Commandment Stick made by the Headmaster after he founded the Academy. It was specially used to beat disobedient students. After the Headmaster ascended to heaven, the Buddhist Commandment Stick was naturally given to the Eldest Brother.
The Buddhist Commandment Stick had beaten the Abbey Dean to the South Sea for decades. It had also beaten the Yuelun Kingdom King to death in the wilderness in front of the Pamir Mountains. Just like the original use of the stick, it was natural for a teacher to beat a student. How could a student avoid it? Since it could not be avoided, it was usually unavoidable.
Long Qing knew that he could not avoid the stick, so he could only use the peach blossom to block it. He had the Psyche Power and Essence of thousands of Taoism cultivators in his body. In terms of quantity, he was invincible. But facing Mr. First's stick, he did not dare to underestimate it. He released all his states without hesitation.
The stick fell on the peach blossom.
The peach blossom naturally withered. The masters and disciples of the Academy always liked to mess with the peach blossoms of Taoism. The Headmaster cut off all the peach blossoms on the mountain, so there would be successors.
Long Qing's face became extremely pale, and the scar became very clear. It was not as inconspicuous as it usually was, but looked very ferocious. His arms kept trembling, and his feet were deeply stuck in the city wall. He could not free himself.
The black peach blossom dispersed, and countless powders with the substantial Qi of Heaven and Earth blew in all directions. The protruding bricks on the city wall were all blown into powder!
Eldest Brother did not stop. He disappeared in the snow again, passing through the horrible lightning, and chased after the cyan robe.
Long Qing looked calm, but there was a deep fear in his eyes. He knew that the cyan robe he saw at the beginning was real. Mr. First was chasing after the Abbey Dean. He saw Long Qing on the city wall of Chengjing City and suddenly came out to hit him with the stick.
A casual strike from the staff had forced him to unleash his entire cultivation realm. If Mr. First were to strike him with all his might, would he be able to withstand it?
Long Qing thought about these questions, but he did not know that there was a more serious problem waiting for him. He did not notice that the wind and snow outside the city wall seemed to have stopped for a moment.
An arrow came from Chang 'an.
An iron arrow appeared in front of Long Qing.
Long Qing's face was extremely pale, but now it became red, as if the blood flowing in his veins had suddenly sped up.
His blood began to burn at this moment, and the consciousness left by countless predecessors of Taoism began to help him react in the shortest time possible.
Another black peach blossom bloomed in front of his chest. Compared to the previous one, this black peach was much smaller. It was sparkling and translucent, like the most precious of gems. Its petals trembled in the wind, looking extremely pitiful and pitiful.
In fact, this seemingly fragile little spade was actually terrifying. The petals were flowing with the infinite aura of Quietus, and countless strange auras of the Psyche Power.
The iron arrow shot on the rustling peach blossom.
There was a hole in Long Qing's chest and abdomen, which was made by Ning Que's Primordial Thirteen Arrows. This seemingly weak black peach blossom was born from that hole.
This black peach blossom was not his natal peach blossom, but his second life.
This time, Long Qing did not intend to let the iron arrow pierce through him again.
The moment the black peach blossom blocked the iron arrow, his hands had already appeared in the air in front of him, tightly holding the shaft of the iron arrow.
An unimaginable power came from the dark iron arrow. Long Qing's ten fingers grasped the Qi of Heaven and Earth in the Wilderness, but he still could not control it.
On the contrary, his hands were instantly torn apart, and blood began to drip down.
Just when the first drop of blood was about to leave the shaft, another pair of hands fell on the shaft of the iron arrow. It was a pair of pale, inhuman hands.
It was still Long Qing's hands.
Behind Long Qing, a vague outline of a human figure appeared. It was very blurry in the wind and snow, as if it could be blown away at any time.
The second pair of hands still could not stop the iron arrow.
Long Qing roared, and suddenly there were countless figures in the wind and snow behind him. Those figures were very faint, and in the sunlight, it was impossible to see their details. He could only be sure that they were all humans, and they all followed his will.
In the roar, those figures collectively reached out their hands, like hungry ghosts in pain looking for food, or like sinners seeking relief. They reached out to the iron arrow.
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