On the cliff plateau, the Drunkard looked up at the sky with a solemn expression. He had already been shocked when Ye Futian had gotten rid of him in the Wilderness. Now that he saw this scene, he was even more shocked. The realm that Ye Futian had displayed had far surpassed the level he had displayed during the battle in Chang 'an. It had even exceeded his imagination.
"Li Manman, do you really want to be the fastest one?"
The flagon trembled in the autumn wind and the aroma spread. The Drunkard's figure suddenly turned illusory and was about to break the space and go to the Ninth Heaven to help the Chief Monk.
He didn't make a move just now because he believed that Li Manman and Jun Mo couldn't do anything to the Chief Monk because of his Vajra Body. But the fact overturned his speculation. Jun Mo used the iron sword to pry the Chief Monk and the chessboard off the cliff plateau. Li Manman took the Chief Monk and the chessboard to the sky.
Many people fell from the cliff, but few fell from the sky. A few years ago in Chang 'an City, there were three people who fought from the ground to the sky and then fell from the sky. The final result was that Yu Lian, the most powerful person in the Devil's Doctrine, was also seriously injured. What about the Chief Monk?
The Chief Monk was falling from the clouds to the ground with the chessboard in his arms. His body had become Buddha and was as solid as the earth. What would happen if he met the real earth?
The Drunkard was not as confident as before. He couldn't watch the Chief Monk get hurt. Most importantly, he couldn't watch the Academy take the chessboard away. So he was ready to make a move.
Right at this moment, an iron sword pierced through the air and slashed at his face.
Jun Mo drew his sword. He knew that the Drunkard was very powerful, so he used his right hand.
The iron sword was rolled up by his right sleeve and chopped at the Drunkard. Although his hand was not there, the sword and the intent were still there.
The Drunkard didn't know that Jun Mo had recovered so much after a year of fighting in the underground wilderness. He slightly raised his eyebrows and his palms appeared in front of him without any movement.
His state was much higher than Jun Mo's, but he was cautious and used the Immeasurable Buddhism.
The wine was immeasurable, the longevity was immeasurable, the intent was immeasurable, and the power of Buddha was immeasurable.
The Drunkard's palms were like two mountains closing together and clamped Jun Mo's iron sword.
Jun Mo's iron sword felt as if it was being crushed by a mountain. He couldn't move it, nor could he pull it out.
In fact, he had never thought of withdrawing his sword. He knew that he was still far from the Drunkard, but he did not care because he was not fighting alone today.
The autumn wind blew on the plateau again. The cotton-padded jacket with dozens of thin white lines appeared under the pear tree. In a flash, Eldest Brother returned to the field from the high sky.
Without hesitation, he raised the wooden stick in his hand and smashed it at the drunkard.
He did not hit the Drunkard's face or body. Although he had learned how to fight and the wooden stick was not an ordinary weapon, his style was not tough enough.
As long as the Drunkard was not absolutely tough, the unfathomable state of the Drunkard would have enough time to use the correct method to deal with the wooden stick in his hand.
So he smashed the iron sword with his wooden stick.
The iron sword in Jun Mo's hand …
The wooden stick fell on the iron sword without a sound.
It was like forging iron. Jun Mo's iron sword was an iron hammer. When it was suppressed by the Drunkard, it also pressed the Drunkard, who was a hard iron block, down. Then the wooden stick became the second iron hammer and fell.
There was a dead silence on the plateau, and then a loud noise suddenly burst out.
The autumn wind blew. The Drunkard's mouth was bleeding, his hair was disheveled, and his face was pale. His hands and body were trembling, and he could no longer suppress the iron sword.
He let out a strange howl and turned around to leave.
His voice was old and unpleasant, like rusty bronzes rubbing against each other. His howl was even more unpleasant to the ears. It sounded like a rusty bronze that had been smashed flat. It sounded so miserable.
The autumn wind blew on the plateau again and the airflow dispersed. The Drunkard disappeared without a trace.
Jun Mo rolled up his right sleeve and the iron sword flew back to his left hand.
Eldest Brother did not chase after the Drunkard. He reached out his hand and grabbed Jun Mo's empty sleeve.
The two also disappeared on the plateau.
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The battle on the plateau was very dangerous. It was hard to describe it in words. But it happened in a very short time. From the Drunkard's rising, to Jun Mo's sword attack, to the Eldest Brother's return and the Drunkard's escape, it was only a moment. When the battle on the plateau happened, the Chief Monk was still falling from the sky.
Countless layers of clouds were broken. The silver eyebrows of the Chief Monk were blown to the sky by the wind, shaking and swaying like a military flag in the strong wind. But he still closed his eyes and looked calm.
The Buddha's chessboard was held in his arms.
The light in the underground field was dim, and the meadow was blown down by the wind. The Eldest Brother and Jun Mo appeared. A shrill howl came from the sky, as if a heavy object was falling at a high speed.
They did not look at the sky, but at the field in front of them.
The air seemed to be torn apart, and the temperature in the field suddenly rose. The heavy object finally fell on the ground and smashed into the meadow. The earth kept shaking, and countless black soil was lifted up.
There was a huge pit in the field. It was thousands of feet wide and dozens of feet deep. The rocks at the bottom of the pit were all shattered and covered in the pit. It looked like a miniature Sinkhole.
The Chief Monk sat cross-legged at the bottom of the pit. His kasaya had long been broken into pieces, and his naked thin body was covered with mud and stone chips. He looked very embarrassed, but he still did not open his eyes, and there was no blood on his body.
The Buddha's chessboard was still in his arms.
The Eldest Brother and Jun Mo were at the edge of the pit.
Jun Mo jumped into the pit indifferently. He rolled up the sword in his right sleeve and chopped at the Chief Monk's head again.
The Chief Monk lowered his head and did not dodge.
The iron sword fell, followed by the wooden stick. The gravel at the bottom of the pit was shaken up and floated in the air.
The Chief Monk's face became paler. The mud and stone chips on his head were shaken up by the iron sword and became brighter. But there was still no blood.
The wind blew at the bottom of the pit, and the gravel hanging in the air fell down. The Drunkard appeared behind the two.
The Eldest Brother turned around and came to the front of the Drunkard.
The Drunkard raised his eyebrows and slapped with his palm. A shadow suddenly appeared at the bottom of the pit, as if something was covering the sky.
The Eldest Brother raised his stick to the sky and stabbed at the palm that covered the sky.
The palm didn't fall, and the stick didn't break. The Eldest Brother turned pale and quickly retreated.
He retreated to the side of the Chief Monk and put his hand on the Chief Monk's shoulder again.
Jun Mo's iron sword had pierced between the Chief Monk and the gravel at the bottom of the pit.
With a long howl, countless blood splashed out from Jun Mo's body and hit on the cliff at the bottom of the pit.
The body of the Chief Monk, which was as heavy as a mountain, was forcibly lifted up again.
It was still only a little bit, but it was enough.
The Eldest Brother and the Chief Monk disappeared again. The next moment, they came to the sky above the East Peak.
There were countless rugged rocks on the East Peak, which were made by the hard cultivation of countless eminent monks of the Xuankong Temple. They were harder than steel, and sharper than swords.
The Eldest Brother wanted to know if the Chief Monk would bleed if he was smashed on these rocks.
But the Drunkard had already arrived. He didn't care about Jun Mo's iron sword. He flew to the sky with the Distanceless State on the ground at the risk of injury, and came to the front of the Eldest Brother.
The Drunkard firmly believed that as long as he was willing to pay the price, there was no reason for him to be slower than the Eldest Brother. He had cultivated for tens of thousands of years, how could he be slower than a person who had only cultivated for dozens of years?
The Distanceless State couldn't really fly freely in the sky. It could only let him go from the ground to somewhere in the sky, or back to the ground, and he could only stay in the sky for a short time.
The Eldest Brother carried the heavy Chief Monk to the sky, which was already very hard, and was falling to the East Peak. He should let go of the Chief Monk, but it was meaningless for him to let go with the Drunkard by his side.
What else could he do if he didn't let go?
In the cold wind, the Eldest Brother looked at the Drunkard and suddenly smiled.
The smile was not decisive, but it was a decisive invitation.
He took the Chief Monk and flew to the cliff at the edge of the Giant Pit. He didn't really fly. He wanted to take the Chief Monk to the depth of the cliff. The depth of the cliff was the underground of the Wilderness!
The Distanceless State relied on the turbulent layer of the Qi of Heaven and Earth to move at a high speed. It reduced the distance between two places to a very short distance.
There were turbulent layers in the tangible things. But since ancient times, the Grand Cultivators who could reach the Distanceless State would never try to go through those passages.
Because it was very dangerous, and it meant that you might have to face countless cliffs in an instant. Those cliffs were not real cliffs, but the Qi of Heaven and Earth between the cliffs.
Would the Drunkard dare to follow if the Eldest Brother did that?
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From the depth of the cliff at the east of the Giant Pit came a dull rumbling sound.
On the field below the cliff, the farmers who were grazing, and the nobles who were planning how to suppress the rebellious serfs all heard the sound.
Countless people walked out of their tents and looked at the cliff in the distance. Their eyes were full of confusion.
The rumbling sound became louder and louder, getting closer and closer to the surface of the cliff.
All of a sudden, countless stones shot out from somewhere on the cliff and fell into the field and the lake below. The water splashed, the mud flew, and the cattle and sheep screamed uneasily.
As the smoke and dust settled, a deep cave appeared on the cliff.
The hole was very deep and went straight into the cliff for miles.
Jun Mo stood at the bottom of the pit in the field and looked at the hole on the cliff in the distance. He frowned slightly and was a little worried.
The Drunkard landed beside him and said while looking at him, "Li Manman is dead."
A cough came from the bottom of the pit.
The Eldest Brother appeared beside Jun Mo and looked at the Drunkard, "I'm lucky. I'm not dead."
There were many cuts on his cotton-padded jacket, and blood was seeping out.
The Drunkard looked at him with a confused expression and said, "How could you not die in such a way?"
The Eldest Brother said, "The Chief Monk is in front. He can cut mountains and cut stones."
After saying that, he pulled up Jun Mo's empty sleeve and disappeared on the spot.
The next moment, the Drunkard appeared above the cliff. He lowered his head and looked at the deep hole. His face turned pale because the hole had been blocked by stones. The marks were made by the iron sword.
At the end of the cliff cave which was more than ten miles deep, there was no light at all. It was as dark as the eternal night.
The Eldest Brother and Jun Mo stood in front of the Chief Monk.
The Chief Monk still lowered his head and said nothing.
Jun Mo did not say anything either. He walked to the front of the Chief Monk and raised the iron sword, ready to chop down.
The Eldest Brother suddenly said, "Pry again."
Jun Mo did not ask because he understood. He directly stabbed the iron sword under the Chief Monk's body.
The Chief Monk looked very miserable. He was covered with stone chips and there were some faint sounds coming from his body. He hit the ground continuously and fell more than ten miles deep into the Wilderness. Even though he was an Invincible Vajra, it was still hard for him to hold on.
But he did not open his eyes or say anything. His expression was still calm.
Until then, he finally reacted.
He still did not open his eyes, but his lips were slightly trembling as if he was about to say something.
It was strange. It was not the first time that Jun Mo tried to pry him off the ground. He had been indifferent before. Why did he suddenly react?
Jun Mo did not pay attention to him. He poured all his domineering state into the iron sword.
The Chief Monk moved his lips and said with an old and hoarse voice, "As I have heard …"
He was vigilant because he had guessed what the two from the Academy were going to do. What the Eldest Brother and Jun Mo were going to do was definitely not to throw him down in the air like before.
At this moment, the Drunkard could not enter the cliff cave for the time being. The Eldest Brother and Jun Mo had more time, so they could try another method. Making him leave the ground was the premise of this method.
So he had to move.
He moved his lips and said the Buddha's words. He used the supreme Dharma Access of Words to Obey.
But how could the Eldest Brother not know what he would do?
When the four words of "As I have heard" were just sounded in the dark cliff cave, another sentence followed.
"Confucius said …"
"As Confucius said, it was the Buddha's words."
The cliff cave was in silence.
Jun Mo screamed. His body was covered with sweat and blood. He looked like a bloody man.
His iron sword finally pried the Chief Monk off the ground once again.
The Eldest Brother stretched out his hands and held the Chief Monk's shoulders, as if to ensure his balance. He did nothing. In fact, he had taken the Chief Monk far away in a flash.
They walked in the cliff cave, within an inch.
The Eldest Brother took the Chief Monk and went back and forth within an inch.
Anyway, he did not want the Chief Monk to touch the ground.
The Eldest Brother's cotton-padded jacket was bleeding again. Such intensive Distanceless State had caused great damage to him.
The Chief Monk was as solid as the earth. If he was separated from the ground, he would be weak.
His face was slightly pale.
Jun Mo's iron sword had fallen on the Chief Monk's head.
There was a clear sound, like metal and stone colliding.
A drop of red blood flowed out of the Chief Monk's head.
The most powerful Vajra Body of the Buddhism Sect was finally broken by the Eldest Brother and Jun Mo!
However … it was just a drop of blood.
The Eldest Brother and Jun Mo had paid such a high price to make the Chief Monk bleed a drop of blood. If it was seen by others, it was not worth it, and they might even feel desperate.
If they kept hacking like this, how many times would they need to hack the Chief Monk until he was seriously injured?
How many years would they need to hack him?
But people in the Academy would never think so.
Jun Mo held the iron sword and hacked the Chief Monk's head again and again, as if he would never feel tired.
The Eldest Brother held the Chief Monk's shoulders and looked calm, as if he would never feel tired.
So what if his body became Buddha?
As long as he started to bleed, it meant that he would continue to bleed.
No matter how many years it would take, as long as he kept hacking, he would be hacked to death.
That was what Jun Mo thought.
Eldest Senior Brother thought so too.
And when the two of them wanted to do the same thing, there were very few times when that thing could not be done.
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(We have two computers. My wife can enter the author's section, but I can't. It's a problem of my character. This is the second chapter, 4,000 words. There are two more chapters.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for me and vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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